Oh the weather outside is just frightful,

The Mets, though, they are just so delightful.

Since these boys have to play in the outdoor,

Twins let them score, let them score, let them score.

Early on the runs showed no signs of stopping,

And catcher Buck’s bat just keeps on popping.

D. Wright, flexed up and still wanted some more,

So, let them score, let them score, let them score.

When they fine’ly decide to say good night,

They’ll hate coming out of the storm,

But they’re holding on to a win so tight,

They’ll just have to hope that their bats stay warm.

The freezing Twins fans were slowly dying,

While the New York bats were still goodbying,

Boy how I love my Mets even more,

Just let them score, let them score, let them score.