I'm frustrated, you're frustrated, we're all frustrated....let's sing about it.

(pretty sure everyone knows how it goes, but just in case....link)

Mine eyes have seen this game played out a hundred times before;

As the innings mount with bats impatient absent is the score;

It's confusing how a hitting guru turned a strength untoward;

His Gut is marching on.

(Chorus)

Charlie! Charlie! Manuel-ah!

Charlie! Charlie! Manuel-ah!

Charlie! Charlie! Manuel-ah!

His Gut is marching on.

(repeat chorus after each verse)

It's despite all his best efforts that the game is still in reach;

They can see the starter tiring, "It's bout time" the fans beseech;

But he didn't pay attention to the Bullpennery teach;

So Gut is marching on.

(Chorus)

Now he sets upon his fateful stroll with bases in a jam;

While impervious to logic that could squash his master plan;

The inevitable torture is like listening to Wham;

Yet Gut is marching on.

(Chorus)

The procession round the bases surely causes heads to burst;

And the fan base starts to clamor, "Take the bull pen out by hearse;"

There's an onset of that sinking feeling bound to leave us cursed;

Since Gut is marching on.

(Chorus)

With more red marks on the ledger the fan optimism wanes;

I just wish this team was younger, chalk it up to growing pains;

Are we really asking too much for a manager with brains?

Our Gut is marching on.

(Chorus)