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.