The summer stench came blowing in
From the Big Red C
It lingered there
at Fountain Square
And refused to leave.
All summer long, the games were long...
And then we strolled the serpentine wall
Just Reds fans, and the summer stench.
Like painted kites the humid nights they went flying by...
The lead was new, but the pen gave back two
As Narron sighed.
Then louder than...a drunken Cubbie fan
it called to you
I lost you...I lost you to the the summer stench.
The autumn wind and the winter wind
They are coming on...
And soon the days
those crisp fall days....go on and on
And guess who sighs his lullabies
through Browns/Bengal games that never end
That fickle wench....the summer stench...