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Damned Yankees

I could smell the ballpark in my glove Lose myself in the crooked sky above Hear the roar of the crowd in my bat Oblivious to your epitaph called stats Dreaming a dream, called baseball But that was all taken from me From an evil that does not sleep Forgive me if I say Damn Yankees So you bought a curse named Ruth Not to mention 26 Octobers to boot Did you do it to spite this game Integrity sold for the price of fame Dreaming a dream, called baseball But that was all taken from me From an evil that does not sleep Forgive me if I say Damn Yankees You built a cathedral from which to boast Helped the Babe exorcise Gehrig’s ghost Buried Maris beneath a Mantle of shame Sleeping with a bottle and two dames Dreaming a dream, called baseball But that was all taken from me From an evil that does not sleep Forgive me if I say Damn Yankees Joltin Joe swinging that Marilyn clout The mighty Casey you struck out Too old for a springtime affair Welcome Jeffrey Maier Dreaming a dream, called baseball But that was all taken from me From an evil that does not sleep Forgive me if I say Damn Yankees Three times a charm in the Bronx zoo Reggie’s knockin them out, Billy too Who needs a bookie if you have a boss You can bet you’re fired after a loss Dreaming a dream, called baseball But that was all taken from me From an evil that does not sleep Forgive me if I say Damn Yankees Beware the seduction of pinstripe sin Immortalized by Jeter’s cocky grin Four more pennants in five years time Selling out is winning’s soul crime Dreaming a dream, called baseball But that was all taken from me From an evil that does not sleep Forgive me if I say Damn Yankees So tell me George, when will it end Is 200 million a salary cap or a trend If it’s a general manager you seek I hear the Devil comes real cheap Dreaming a dream, called baseball But that was all taken from me From an evil that does not sleep Forgive me if I pray Damned Yankees I could smell the ballpark in my glove Lose myself in the crooked sky above Hear the roar of the crowd in my bat Oblivious to your epitaph called stats Dreaming a dream, called baseball

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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