With apologies to Mars Bonfire and Steppenwolf
Get your players runnin’,
Head out on the basepaths.
Lookin’ for a Wild Series,
Whoever wins 4 of 7.
Yeah, D-backs and Rangers,
Make the World Series your own.
Score all your runs at once,
And explode the playoff brackets.
Like Malamud’s “Natural,”
You were born, born a wild card.
You can climb so high,
You’ll never wanna die.
Born to win Wild!
Born to win Wild!