Bob Gibson got over like a champ
He threw it right past ‘em
He was really on the ball
His stuff was too fast for ‘em
He could bring it all day
So Saint Louis people say

That so and so from Nebraska
I heard a hater holler
But for the most
The fans were great
To the pride of the
Cornhusker state
He made the ump
Shout strike three
Lord have mercy

The ball would slide
Smoke and fade away

But sure as Malcolm died
Bullet Bob struck a blow
He smite the mighty enemy
He struck out Jimmy Crow

Bob Gibson got over like a champ
He knows how to win the game
He owns a restaurant in Omaha
He’s in the Hall of Fame
Everybody in the sport’s world
Recognizes his famous name

The ball would slide
Smoke and fade away