Check out the Go Cubs Go 2007 version

[ryno4ever]

A guy on myspace has re-done Go Cubs Go and changed some of the lyrics to pertain to 2007! It's pretty awesome. I can't find anywhere to download it, though! (http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=16005638)

[ryno4ever]

I guess he is a dj on a Chicago radio station, B96.

[VanMan]

That is one catchy remix! I wish they had it available for download! I posted a comment on his blog entry on the song and gave him 2 Kudos.

[ryno4ever]

I'm sure there are copyright laws, etc. that are preventing it from being released. I'm not sure who owns the rights to "Go Cubs Go" now, but they would have to get permission to even use it to get his version released.

[KZambrano]

You can find it easily on Limewire.

You can search by any of these

go cubs go remix

j. roman

b96

several items come up with each search.
I believe j. roman is working on one for 2008 so stay tuned for that.

[InfinitePulse]

where's the song now?

This guy is a radio DJ, Styles and Roman, for the afternoon drive... and he's terrible on the radio. I didn't even know he was a singer...

[KZambrano]

You can find it on Limewire. That is where I got it.

I am looking for the dang lyrics. There is one part about Alfonso I am not sure what the second guy says in the background, drives me crazy!!!!!!!!

I wish J. Roman would do a 2008 version.

He is pretty good if you check out his myspace.

Anyway, hope this helps

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No disrespect,S.Goodman..But am i the only person who thinks that GO CUBS GO ditty is a little lame? I'll check the remix version,it can't be worse!

[VanMan]

No disrespect,S.Goodman..But am i the only person who thinks that GO CUBS GO ditty is a little lame? I'll check the remix version,it can't be worse!
No disrespect taken. However, the song was written in 1984, when Steve Goodman was battling cancer and hoped to see the Cubs win before he passed on (which, unfortunately, he did prior to the playoffs). He also wrote "A Dying Cubs Fan's Last Wish" or something like that.

I liked J.Roman's '07 remix. I think I still have it on my computer. I'd like to hear how he'd re-do it for '08, including Fukudome. Though, the '07 version might still fit this year's version.

Edit: I had to find another copy of the song, because the version I saved now only plays 5 seconds.

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No disrespect taken. However, the song was written in 1984, when Steve Goodman was battling cancer and hoped to see the Cubs win before he passed on (which, unfortunately, he did prior to the playoffs). He also wrote "A Dying Cubs Fan's Last Wish" or something like that.

I liked J.Roman's '07 remix. I think I still have it on my computer. I'd like to hear how he'd re-do it for '08, including Fukudome. Though, the '07 version might still fit this year's version.

Edit: I had to find another copy of the song, because the version I saved now only plays 5 seconds. I love the other Goodman song u mention,just listened to it the other day...."K.Moreland drops a routine fly,etc...

[ryno4ever]

Here are the lyrics to A Dying Cub fan's Last Request.....

Dying Cub Fan's Last Request
(talking blues)

By the shore's of old Lake Michigan
Where the "hawk wind" blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour that tolled
'Round his bed, his friends had all gathered
They knew his time was short
And on his head the put this bright blue cap
From his all-time favorite sport
He told them "its late and its getting dark in here"
And I know its time to go
But before I leave the line-up
There's just one thing I'd like to know

(Chorus, sung)
Do they still play the blues in Chicago
When baseball season rolls around
When the snow melts away,
Do the Cubbies still play
In their ivy covered burial ground
When I was a boy they were my pride and joy
But now they only bring fatigue
To the home of the brave
The land of the free
And the doormat of the national league

(talking blues)
Told his friends "You know the law of averages says:
Anything will happen that can."
That's what it says.
"But the year the Cubs last won a national league pennant
Was the year we dropped the bomb on Japan"

The Cubs made me a criminal
Sent me down a wayward path
They stole my youth from me
(that's the truth)
I'd forsake my teacher's
To go sit in the bleachers
In flagrant truancy
and then one thing led to another
soon I'd discovered alcohol, gambling, dope
football, hockey, lacross, tennis
But what do you expect,
When you raise up a young boys hope
And then just crush 'em like so many paper beer cups.
Year after year after year
after year, after year, after year, after year, after year
'Til those hopes are just so much popcorn
for pigeons beneath the "EL" track to eat

He said "You know I'll never see Wrigley Field, anymore
before my eternal rest
So if you have your pencils and your score cards ready,
and I'll read you my last request

Give me a double header funeral in Wrigley Field
On some sunny weekend day (no lights)
note, this song was written before the lights...and the debate was very heated about the lights at Wrigley
Have the organ play the National Anthem
and then a little "na, na, na, hey hey, hey, Goodbye"
Make six bull pen pitchers, carry my coffin
and six ground keepers clear my path
Have the umpires bark me out at every base
In all their holy wrath
Its a beautiful day for a funeral, Hey Ernie lets play two!
Somebody go get Jack Brickhouse to come back,
and conduct just one more interview
Have the Cubbies run right out into the middle of the field,
Have Kieth Moreland drop a routine fly
Give everybody two bags of peanuts and a frosty malt
And I'll be ready to die
Build a big fire on home plate out of your 'Louisville Sluggers' baseball bats,
And toss my coffin in
Let my ashes blow in the beautiful snow
From the prevailing 30 mile an hour south west wind
When my last remaind go flying over the left field wall
Will bid the bleacher bums adieu
I will come to my final resting place, out on Waveland Avenue

The dying man's friends told him to cut it out
They said stop it that's an awful shame
He whispered, "Don't Cry, we'll meet by and by near the Heavenly Hall of Fame
He said I've got season's tickets to watch the Angels now,
So its just what I'm going to do
He said but you the living, you're stuck here with the Cubs,
So its me that feels sorry for you!

And he said "Ahh Play, play that lonesome losers tune,
The one I like the best
And he closed his eyes, and slipped away
What we got is the Dying Cub fan's last request

(Chorus, big finish, sung)

Do they still play the blues in Chicago
When baseball season rolls around
When the snow melts away,
Do the Cubbies still play
In their ivy covered burial ground
When I was a boy they were my pride and joy
But now they only bring fatigue
To the home of the brave
The land of the free
And the doormat of the national league

[TRIPLE PLAY]

Here are the lyrics to A Dying Cub fan's Last Request.....

Dying Cub Fan's Last Request
(talking blues)

By the shore's of old Lake Michigan
Where the "hawk wind" blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour that tolled
'Round his bed, his friends had all gathered
They knew his time was short
And on his head the put this bright blue cap
From his all-time favorite sport
He told them "its late and its getting dark in here"
And I know its time to go
But before I leave the line-up
There's just one thing I'd like to know

(Chorus, sung)
Do they still play the blues in Chicago
When baseball season rolls around
When the snow melts away,
Do the Cubbies still play
In their ivy covered burial ground
When I was a boy they were my pride and joy
But now they only bring fatigue
To the home of the brave
The land of the free
And the doormat of the national league

(talking blues)
Told his friends "You know the law of averages says:
Anything will happen that can."
That's what it says.
"But the year the Cubs last won a national league pennant
Was the year we dropped the bomb on Japan"

The Cubs made me a criminal
Sent me down a wayward path
They stole my youth from me
(that's the truth)
I'd forsake my teacher's
To go sit in the bleachers
In flagrant truancy
and then one thing led to another
soon I'd discovered alcohol, gambling, dope
football, hockey, lacross, tennis
But what do you expect,
When you raise up a young boys hope
And then just crush 'em like so many paper beer cups.
Year after year after year
after year, after year, after year, after year, after year
'Til those hopes are just so much popcorn
for pigeons beneath the "EL" track to eat

He said "You know I'll never see Wrigley Field, anymore
before my eternal rest
So if you have your pencils and your score cards ready,
and I'll read you my last request

Give me a double header funeral in Wrigley Field
On some sunny weekend day (no lights)
note, this song was written before the lights...and the debate was very heated about the lights at Wrigley
Have the organ play the National Anthem
and then a little "na, na, na, hey hey, hey, Goodbye"
Make six bull pen pitchers, carry my coffin
and six ground keepers clear my path
Have the umpires bark me out at every base
In all their holy wrath
Its a beautiful day for a funeral, Hey Ernie lets play two!
Somebody go get Jack Brickhouse to come back,
and conduct just one more interview
Have the Cubbies run right out into the middle of the field,
Have Kieth Moreland drop a routine fly
Give everybody two bags of peanuts and a frosty malt
And I'll be ready to die
Build a big fire on home plate out of your 'Louisville Sluggers' baseball bats,
And toss my coffin in
Let my ashes blow in the beautiful snow
From the prevailing 30 mile an hour south west wind
When my last remaind go flying over the left field wall
Will bid the bleacher bums adieu
I will come to my final resting place, out on Waveland Avenue

The dying man's friends told him to cut it out
They said stop it that's an awful shame
He whispered, "Don't Cry, we'll meet by and by near the Heavenly Hall of Fame
He said I've got season's tickets to watch the Angels now,
So its just what I'm going to do
He said but you the living, you're stuck here with the Cubs,
So its me that feels sorry for you!

And he said "Ahh Play, play that lonesome losers tune,
The one I like the best
And he closed his eyes, and slipped away
What we got is the Dying Cub fan's last request

(Chorus, big finish, sung)

Do they still play the blues in Chicago
When baseball season rolls around
When the snow melts away,
Do the Cubbies still play
In their ivy covered burial ground
When I was a boy they were my pride and joy
But now they only bring fatigue
To the home of the brave
The land of the free
And the doormat of the national league

CLASSIC-though not complimentary (100 yrs.)Great song!