If you're fans
Who disagreed
With his bans, you
Now have to read what Pete Rose sez
Bettin' on the Reds

Buy his words
And all the fuss'll
Seem absurd
Poor Charlie Hustle missed his meds
Bettin' on the Reds

But inside his barless jail, it's clear you'll
Recognize his gambling problem's ser-ial
(Manager-ial)

Gambling slips
Tucked in his undies
What a ditz
Rule 21-D's ripped to shreds
Bettin' on the Reds

Can you see the Hall of Fame
Sanctify Pete Rose's name?
Think what tales his shrine will tell
On that icy day in hell
Tax fraud - and bad divorces
Bats pawned - for racing horses
Just like Poison warned
Every Rose has its thorn

What's your bet?
I've got a feeling
Pete won't get
Pardoned by Selig till he's dead
Bettin' on the Reds

Up in heaven's clubhouse playing hooky
On the phone to William Bennett's bookie
(Stupid rookie)

Come let's watch
See how the Majors
Scratch their crotch
Playin' with wagers in their heads
Bettin' on the Reds
Bettin' on the Reds
Bet against the Reds...

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