The Yankees came to Baltimore
looking for a score
Came to pound the Orioles
the way they'd done before
Of course their fans came down with them
In droves they herded south
with their usual arrogance
and running at the mouth
But they found our fans had changed
not a despondent few
We were now a howling mob
decked out in orange hue
Their starting guy had barely warmed
when he was down by four
Wieters hit a three-run shot
and fans cried out for more
Andino hit one in the seats
The O's, they were a cruisin'
But New York wasn't going to fade
We'd learn they weren't a-snoozin'
In the 8th the Yanks came back
and racked up Pedro Strop
But never bet against these O's
They never give up hope
Jonesy hit one to the Moon
to put the Birds ahead
Mark and Chris then both went deep
The Yanks were good as dead.
Joe Giradi sat confused
just what's he gotta do
to stop a team that can't be stopped
That no one can subdue.
They were picked to finish last
then wouldn't go away
And now they ride with Destiny
The Birds have come to stay.
