Help Me, Miller

to the tune of Help Me, Rhonda
© Copyright 2004 by J-Mag Guthrie

Dusty said that the Blacks and the Latins liked to play in the sun
He really didn't think that his words might offend anyone
He said if you looked, you would learn
You'd see the brothers didn't get sunburn
Ya gotta help me Miller, help me get him offa my mind
Chorus:
Help me Miller, help, help me, Miller,
Help me Miller, help, help me, Miller,
Help me Miller, help, help me, Miller,
Help me Miller, help, help me, Miller,
Help me Miller, help, help me, Miller,
Help me Miller, help, help me, Miller,
Help me Miller, yeah,
Get him offa my mind!
You all know that Sammy was going through an awful bad slump
He thought a new bat might help to give his average a jump
It broke when he gave it some torque
And ya know it was all full of cork
Ya gotta help me Miller, help me get him offa my mind
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Oswalt hit Barrett and got himself tossed from the game
It took a whole week, but Barrett's opportunity came
The umpire hadda get in his face
To get him offa Oswalt's case
Ya gotta help me Miller, help me get him offa my mind
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The Astros played well as anyone could plainly see
Steve Stone and Chip Caray even said so on the Cubbie TV
Mercker got on the phone in the pen
And told them not to do it again
Ya gotta help me Miller, help me get him offa my mind
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The Cubs really choked or maybe they just didn't play hard
They just couldn't pull out that National League Wild Card
Well, it really ruined Sammy's day
He felt so bad, he just couldn't play
Ya gotta help me Miller, help me get him offa my mind
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Well my parents were fans and I loved the Cubbies all of my life
I used to think I loved the Cubs more than my truck or my wife
But now I think my love may be dead
I think I might paint my truck Cardinal red
Ya gotta help me Miller, help me get them offa my mind
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