Stop telling me stuff   Quit asking me shit   Can't you see   I'm watchin' the game      I've had about enough   I'm goin to pitch a fit   If the Cardinals lose   You'll be the one to blame      Stop rubbing my chest   Stay off of my chair   For pete's sake,   It's only for two hours      The damn game's a mess   And this ump ain't fair   Why don't you go out,   And pick some flowers      You know how I hate those fucking cubs   I've told you at least a thousand times   Right now, I can't give you no damn back rub   With two out and two on in the ninth      Later on you can drive me insane   But right now, I'm watchin' the game      Stop telling me stuff   Quit asking me shit   Can't you see   I'm watchin' the game      I've had enough   I'm goin' to pitch a fit   If the Cards lose,    Then you'll be the one to blame      If we lose, this house will be a dark place   For at least a week or ten days   Right now, my minds is just on third base   And that bastard that was traded from the A's      Later on, you can drive me insane   But right now, I'm watchin' the game   Right now   I'm watchin' the damn game      (Hey baby, would you mind goin' and gettin' me some chili cheese Fritos, and a coca cola?... I love you too, honey.)