A Little Ditty 'Bout Paul And His Team

The Monroe Doctrine is proud to present a musical interlude. Sung by the CFCL Madrigal Singers, it is to the tune of My Darling Clementine and offered as a dirge.


Oh, Paul Meisters. Oh, Paul Meisters. Oh Paul Meisters, where’d ya go?
You were drafting then you left us, now your 12th place, Meister Boy.

Drafting old guys, drafting old guys, drafting old guys is what you do.
But when they break down, you don’t switch them, now it’s 18 (active) of 23.

You could have traded, could have traded, could have traded expiring studs
But you held on to Alou and Holliday and have no core for next year.


You’ve got Neighborgall, you’ve got Neighborgall, you’ve got Neighborgall, why is that?
He’d miss water from a boat, can you say Nuke Laloosh?

Oh Paul Meisters, Oh Paul Meisters, Oh Paul Meisters, how are you?
When we write you, you don’t answer. Makes us wonder what is up.

Rumors run wild, rumors run wild, rumors run wild around the league.
Either you forgot the Sportsline website or are Jessie Biel’s adult slave.

Are you plotting, are you plotting, are you plotting for next year?
If that’s the case then why not bid point four three on Mark Teixeira?

Are you crying, are you crying, are you crying for the White Sox?
I don’t blame you for a minute, they really suck this year.

Hope we see you, hope we see you, hope we see you more next year.
We really need twelve owners who are on top of their moves.

But we kid, but we kid, but we kid and mean no harm.
Hope to see you at the banquet, where the sausage will be warm.