You pitched through eight; made Ubaldo look sedate,
Maybe your last outing, was just an unlucky fate
Clayton, your 84, was a frickin' great Game Score*,
We won our sixth of ten, and now there's hope again,
When you go deep, we can be cocky,
We can dispatch the vaunted Rockies,
Said we're lots better than we seem,
(Though watching GA is a bad dream)
Now that we're leaving to play our rivals,
Fourth place makes us seem more viable,
We're no longer stuck in the cella'
We're no longer stuck in the cella', ella, ella, eh, eh, eh...
(*) Thanks to MSTI for the Kershaw Game Score research: Kershaw today tied for the ninth-best starting pitching performance in the majors this year