In the heart of Queens where the Mets play ball there's a tail that we swear by I'll tell you all

It's not about the players or the manager's hand but a big purple friend you might not understand.

Oh, Grinnus, you're our lucky charm.

If you purple, you keep a safe and hung.

You were old into town when we were in a fight.

Now we're winning games and we're feeling fine. From the dugout to the bleachers all the fans agree

grimness is the reason we're sad and records free when the bases are loaded and tensions in the air grimous

waves his arms victories declare oh grimace your our guiding light in your

purple embrace everything feels right with your magic

touched along the rise to the championship with no compromise. Some might say it's superstition just a crazy fat.

But some may say it's superstition just a crazy fat

but grimace turn on season from good jouac

with every home run and every double play we believe in gravis in his own special way

now the season's staring, it's thrilling in.

But with Primus on our side, we won't bend through the highs and lows.

He's been our rock with every game one we hear the fans talk oh

Grimmus you're our hero true in your purple glory will always be true.

Lead us onward to the promise left.

We grimaced by our side, we'll take a stand.

So here's the grim I be a loving friend to save in our season but start to end

And that's for your legend will forever stand

Our big purple savior

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