The legend lives on from all over Hogtown
Of the team called the ’93 Blue Jays
That team they all said, never give them up for dead
Once the Grapefruit League skies shine their sun rays
With steely-eyed dudes like Molitor and Olerud
They were quite a force to be reckoned
With Cito at the helm they were sure to overwhelm
Any team that thought they could threaten!

That team was the pride of the Canadian side
Everywhere across the country
Canucks took a stand from across our great land
Rooting for Carter and Rickey
The team had it all, they were smackin’ the ball
In the American League through the summer
Through October they steered, Chicago and Philly were cleared
Joe’s blast won the Series in a stunner!

Let’s look on through the years, we’ve drunk whisky and beers
Been with women from Wawa to Sherbrooke
At the dawn of the day, the 90’s seem so far away
And today’s Jays should warrant a close look
Cito left long ago, as did Gillick you know
Been a decade since the exit of Paul Beeston
But the new team is young, they can get the job done
‘Cause the AL East is ripe for the feastin’!

This team isn’t soft, this franchise isn’t lost
Iron-willed like the Algonquin and Cree
Red Sox and Yankees are brittle tumbleweeds
The Orioles are pussywillows to me
The Jays have the will, they’re improvin’ still
From second place they won’t be fallin’
First place beckons now from the sweat of their brows
Take cover when the Bluebirds come callin’!

The rotation’s chief is a manly relief
As strong as the bravest of Metis
Doc Halladay’s his name, with a flick of his mane
He calls on his pitching mate Chacin
With Burnett’s health unknown ’cause he could snap a bone
At the flick of his wrist any day now
Don’t waist innings on clowns like that useless Scott Downs
When Accardo’s the hurler with know-how!
Ryan’s the man, from the Orioles he ran
He’ll be counted on to put out the fires
From the 8th inning on, he turns batters into pawns
The bullpen’s better than when Duane Ward retired!

Adams is a bust, with his shoulder of rust
That’s a draft pick that Ricciardi squandered
The defense is sad, but we knew it would be bad
The batters will lead the way forward
If Gibbons is smart (though he’s too dumb to fart
Without two trainers squeezing his buttcheeks
That wild drunken goon can’t be fired too soon
Although we love to jeer him from the cheap seats)
It would be best to give Troy Glaus some rest
To preserve our eight digit investment
It’s a huge chunk of pay, too fragile to play every day
Get Hattig in there for my contentment!

What happened to the guys we watched under the skies
In that ’93 summer of bliss
They broke up the team, the Gord Ash era was a dream
Or a nightmare of vinegar and piss
Those sluggers aren’t around but I’ve finally found
Some solace in Rogers’ Centre new interior
Gonna root on the Jays, like the Chippewa pray
For calm waters on great Lake Superior!

Legendary Canadian folk singer Gordon Lightfoot has been sober since 1981. Baseball has been his #1 vice ever since.