Cory Snyder could have been a shortstop/ Had a bat, had a gun, had a moustache/ And the cheering would have never, never stopped/ But that’s the way of the Industrial Age.

And, Joe Carter could have been an astronaut/ Had a heart and a mind like a steel trap/ And the cheering would have never, never stopped/ But, that’s the way that they like it today.

But you don’t like to go outside
You don’t like to go outside, I know
You don’t like to go outside
I know, I know

And Julio Franco never fought a civil war/Never saw a pretty girl that he ever could ignore/ And his ghost is always standing in my door/ And I won’t deny that I like it that way

But, you just want to stay inside
You just want to stay inside, OK
That’s fine, you want to stay inside
OK, alright.

And, Brook Jacoby got in trouble with the law/ A marijuana bender proved to be the last straw/ And I’m the one who broke it to his Ma/ And I won’t deny that I broke down that day/ And I sure wish we could hear Herb Score say: "Please welcome your ’87 Cleveland Indians"
Lord, let them play.