Lyrics

In the final year of his contract
Almost certainly he wants to be
On the warm and breezy California Coast
Seemed like a dream, showed all the signs
He fanned the Bucco’s fourteen times
Ah, but we’d soon know him as a hothouse plant
Ritchie, Tim & Boz would say of course
He’s bound to be the Nats workhorse
Then Tommy John, came knocking at his door
That said TK says keep him now
When he’s healthy, his stuff’s filthy
And so it goes the man he calls Orchid