The excitement of Jose seems somehow far away The glory of '06 is of another day I've been getting little hope from reporters in Manhattan And don't get me started about Jason Bay I'll give my heart to Frank Francisco From on the hill, Terry calls to him To be where little crowds watch a team devoid of stars The other fans all feel despair, I don't care My hopes now lie, with Frank Francisco Up on the mound, is where you'll be When I will look to you, Frank Francisco And games your arm will save for me