no more

no more will the train come

and take me to the warring drums

the steady hum signaling

"first pitch 7:06"

no more will the peanuts crunch

and chris bassitt throw his pitch

nor freeze the hapless batter

on his way to first

no more

will khris davis take a lazy jog

will brandon mccarthy take a no hitter along

then surrender it in the middle of the eighth

(to light applause)

no more

will matt chapman sprint home

the latest victim

of being too impatient

to wait some seconds

for a hit up the line

no more

no more

will coco crisp range the outfield, his afro bobbing beautifully

no more

will huddy stare them down

will jose canseco frown

will parker smile

and henderson crouch

nor will the threepeat return to us

no more no more

not ever to return

oakland baseball is gone

and when they look back

our children grown

they will say

twas interrupted

did not my child

deserve what i had

did not i deserve

what you had

and i will cry

agreeing all the while

twas interrupted sure

twas interrupted by greed

and never to return

oakland baseball

is never to return