I’ve never heard of this guy before this morning, but I do enjoy a good baseball tune when I come across it. I’ve posted the lyrics also, since it can be a bit difficult to make out what he’s singing at times. Enjoy!
On opening day
No one will say
“The country’s gone to hell in a hand basket”
’cause if it’s just you and me
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with a beer and a polish sausage the size of a Buick
Don’t say it’s tired
Don’t say it’s old
It doesn’t matter
Sunshine or cold
There’s nothing wrong
If the game goes long
‘Cause I’m sticking around ’til the final inning
There’s nothing better
Than sitting out in center field
It’s noon and you’re drunk like it’s midnight
Eleven runs down and there’s no one around
We’re doing the wave, just the two of us
Don’t say it’s tired
Don’t say it’s old
It doesn’t matter
Sunshine or cold
There’s nothing wrong
If the game goes long
‘Cause I’m sticking around ’til the final inning
Veni vidi vici
Oh, there’s nothing left to do
Parking lot’s empty, so i hand my keys to you
and though the night is long
and sometimes never win
every town will see you fall…in love…again.
Don’t say it’s tired
Don’t say it’s old
It doesn’t matter
Sunshine or cold
There’s nothing wrong
If the game goes long
‘Cause I’m sticking around ’til the final inning
Yeah, I’m sticking around ’til the final inning…
Fun little song. 🙂
Better than that James Taylor song about the Red Sox and Fenway. WAY better.
James Taylor has a baseball song? How did I not know about this? I’m going to have to look that one up!
It’s new … called “Angels of Fenway” … the Red Sox are annoyingly excited about it. 🙂
Haha… During the playoffs last year, I was hearing Lorde’s “Royals” song every time I turned around, so I can understand the hype. Thanks for the heads up! I’ll check it out.
Love the chorus. Not sure which ball park he frequents, but this Kansas City boy would be happy with a polish sausage that simply rivals a Volkswagen. 🙂
I’ve always been more of a hot dog fan, myself, though I won’t turn down a good brat or polish sausage when offered.
You know, I wish I thought to yell “Veni, vidi, vici, son” from the mound after striking out a batter, but it was such a rare event for me that I was too busy chuckling to myself to talk junk.
It could’ve been your signature on a job well done! Oh well, maybe in your next life, eh?