The room’s suddenly spinning
She walks up and asks how you are
So you can smell her perfume
You can see her lying naked in your arms
Her young face was like that of an angel
Her long legs were tanned and brown
Better keep your eyes on the road, son
Better slow this vehicle down
'Cause like a picture she was laying there
Moonlight dancing off her hair
She woke up and took me by the hand
She’s gonna love me in my Chevy Van
And that’s all right with me
The fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs
Dances on the edge of his dream
And her voice rings in his ears
Like the music of the spheres
The boy lies in the grass, unmoving
Staring at the sky
His mother starts to call him
As a hawk goes soaring by
The boy pulls down his baseball cap
And covers up his eyes
You got a beat up glove, a homemade bat
And a brand new pair of shoes
You know I think it’s time to give this game a ride
Just to hit the ball and touch 'em all, a moment in the sun
(Whack!) It’s a-gone and you can tell that one goodbye
Off in the distance, the game’s dragging on
There’s strikes on the batter; some runners are on
I don’t know the inning; I’ve forgotten the score
The whole team is yelling, and I don’t know what for
Then suddenly, everyone’s looking at me
My mind has been wandering; what could it be?
They point to the sky, and I look up above
And a baseball falls into my glove!
He makes no excuses he shows no fear
He just closes his eyes and listens to the cheers.
Little boy he adjusts his hat, picks up his ball, stares at his bat
Says “I am the greatest when the game is on the line”
And he gives his all one last time.
And the ball goes up and the moon so bright
Swings his bat with all his might
The world’s as still as still can be, the baseball falls
And that’s strike three.
Now it’s suppertime and his momma calls,
Little boy starts home with his bat and ball.
Says, “I am the greatest, that is a fact,
But even I didn’t know I could pitch like that!”
Says, “I am the greatest, that is understood,
But even I didn’t know I could pitch that good!”
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you
Ooo ooo ooo.
What’s that you say, Mrs. Robinson?
“Joltin’ Joe has left and gone away”
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Well, I spent some time in the Mudville Nine
Watching it from the bench
You know I took some lumps
When the Mighty Casey struck out
So say, “Hey Willie, tell Ty Cobb and Joe DiMaggio”
Don’t say it ain’t so you, know the time is now
Oh, put me in, coach
I’m ready to play today
Put me in, coach
I’m ready to play today
Look at me, I can be centerfield
We’re talkin’ softball…
From Maine to San Diego.
Talkin’ softball…
Mattingly and Canseco.
Ken Griffey’s grotesquely swollen jaw.
Steve Sax and his run-in with the law.
We’re talkin’ Homer… Ozzie and the Straw.
We’re talkin’ baseball Kluzuski Campanella Talkin’ baseball The man and Bobby Fella The Scooter, the Barber, and the Newc They knew them all from Boston to Dubuque Especially Willie, Mickey, and the Duke
For there’s Basie, Miller, Satchmo
And the king of all, Sir Duke
And with a voice like Ella’s ringing out
There’s no way the band could lose
Sir Duke – Stevie Wonder
Where the hell have you been
We’ve been waiting with our best suits on
Hair slicked back and all that jazz
Rolling down the Union Jack
See you at the barricades babe
See you when the lights go low, Joe
Hear you when the wheels turn round
Someday when the sky turns black
Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me?
Beyond the barricade, is there a world you long to see?
Then join in the fight that will give you the right to be free!
You say you want a Revolution
Well, you know
We all wanna change the world
You tell me that it’s evolution
Well, you know
We all wanna change the world
But when you talk about destruction
Don’t you know that you can count me out
Don’t you know it’s gonna be alright
Alright
Alright
And think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
Ah, you may leave here for four days in space
But when you return, it’s the same old place
The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace
Hate your next door neighbor but don’t forget to say grace
And you tell me
Over and over and over and over again, my friend
You don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction
No no, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction
From the troubled heart of South Africa
Nicaragua’s festering sore
The turmoil on the streets of China
Death crying out for more
Oh my heart be strong
And guide when eyes grow dim
When ears grow deaf with empty words
When I know there’s life within
The world was ready
For a blue kind of music
And now they play it
From Steamboat Springs to La Paz
Oh baby, won’t you play me
Le Jazz Hot maybe
And don’t ever let it end
Well the cool breeze came on Tuesday
And the corn’s a bumper crop
And the fields are full of dancing
Full of singing and romancing
The music never stopped
Stop! In the name of love
Before you break my heart
Think it over
Don’t go breaking my heart
I won’t go breaking your heart
Don’t go breaking my heart