Frenchy Has Friends in High Places

Most of us have painfully struggled through the Friends in Low Places at the K. I decided to use my finite song writing ability to come up with a Jeff Francoeur centric set of lyrics to sing for the Royals final home stand.

Blame it all on his eyes
A Natural on SI
And it was all down hill from there
The last one to know
The last one shown
you were the last one
That thought OBP was seen there
And we saw your great arm
And that enduring smile
When you took your place in right field
And we toasted you
Said, Frenchy, you are through
So please don't come back next year

You've got friends in high places
With the flailing bat
And sloth speed, keeping our hopes away
No really it's not okay
Even though you are in the brass's graces
Why aren't you shipped out to some other place
Oh, some how you got friends in high places

Well, we guess we were wrong
You sort of belong
But then, bribes have worked before
Pizza's all right
Pay for beer all night
We'll try not to get nad tapped on the way to the door
Hey, Wil didn't mean
To cause a big scene
Just give him a month and then
We'll be as high
As that ivory tower
Because you're not in right field

You've got friends in high places
With the flailing bat
And sloth speed, keeping our hopes away
No really it's not okay
Even though you are in the brass's graces
Why aren't you shipped out to some other place
Oh, some how you got friends in high places

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