Lyrics

Bud Black. We hardly knew ye.

There's a stain on the Nationals
Where the manager was
Now it’s all in the papers
How the Lerner’s f’ed up
I'm sighing to think
They can’t get this right
Offering just one year
Is considered a slight

Now he's gone
And I cannot believe
The amateur hour
Down on Half Street
Now he's gone
Dusty Baker’s our man
Bud Black era’s over
Before it ever began

Bud Bud Black is not coming in
Bud Bud Black is not coming in