Tigers, Tigers, burning bright In the ball parks of the night Your pitching's fair,your fields adroit So why no pennants for Detroit? You blaze around the big league parks With bats that fairly give off sparks But when they total up the score... You've lost again to Baltimore. While in first place And sitting pretty You blow four games At Kansas City The Cleveland Indians go to work They beat you bad; so does New York When Boston adds a mortal blow All you can shout's "Look out below!" Tigers, Tigers, burning bright In the ball parks of the night Some day the fans will get their fill And ship the team to Louisville.
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