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There's gonna be a lockout called
Before the year is through
There won't be any baseball played
In two thousand two
The players want the status quo
The owners are uptight
And no one wants to give up dough
To make it come out right.
There's gonna be a labor dispute, a labor dispute next year
There's gonna be a labor dispute, a labor dispute next year
Have no Fehr
Some owners like to pay big bucks
Others just plead pover-tee
This isn't gonna get resolved
Until two thousand three
This lockout's gonna last forever.
Last all, last all summer long.
Some time before the year is over
Bud Selig's gonna lose his throne
There's gonna be a labor dispute, a labor dispute next year
There's gonna be a labor dispute, a labor dispute next year
Have no Fehr
There's gonna be a labor dispute,
No baseball to boot
The fans cannot root
So fire the old coot
There's gonna be a labor dispute, a labor dispute next year
labor dispute I know.
(No baseball, baby)
There's gonna be a lockout called
Before the year is through
There won't be any baseball played
In two thousand two
The players want the status quo
The owners are uptight
And no one wants to give up dough
To make it come out right.
There's gonna be a labor dispute, a labor dispute next year
There's gonna be a labor dispute, a labor dispute next year
Have no Fehr
We can tell them of our feelings
But the games will not be played
And I'm sure it's in his contract
That A-rod still gets paid
During the labor dispute, a labor dispute next year
Yes, there'll be a labor dispute, a labor dispute next year
December 28, 2000: Baseball on the field has been great the past few years, yet there are major problems at the business end that threaten the game. Player salaries are still skyrocketing. The collective bargaining agreement expires October 31, 2001, and the indications are that there is little hope of a new agreement without a work stoppage of some kind. At this point, no one has proposed any sort of solution that anyone can take seriously.