First thing in the morning  He's staring at the ceiling  He notices the longing  And then remembers something good  He remembers that there's coffee  And they were winning one to nothing  On his way he'll get a copy  Of the Herald for the scores  At the diner he always sits at the counter  Just like one of the regulars  So he don't seem so alone  Well they lost in eleven innings  And now they're talking about trading  Still he won't bet on them winning  He won't be taken in again  And when the waitress comes his way  They talk a little more everyday  In his head he starts the play-by-play  As if he knows how it will end  He's a sports fan, a sucker for the home team  When you win it's for the whole team  When you lose you're just one man  This used to be his favorite season  Till she left without a reason  Now he thinks he learned his lesson  Until the night time comes  And when the stars are hanging low  He'll turn on the AM radio  He can get as far as Chicago  But the Cubs are really no escape  He's a sports fan, a sucker for the home team  When you win it's for the whole team  When you lose you're just one man  And from the beginning  Every one taught him that winning  Really wasn't everything  But no one told him why  Now he's a sports fan  He's a reluctant believer  Sometimes you go with the reliever  Sometimes you sacrifice a fly  He's a sports fan, a sucker for the home team  When you win it's for the whole team  When you lose you're just one man  You take it like a man