Mookie Wilson

(To the melody of Barenaked Ladiesí ďBrian WilsonĒ)

Lyrics by Lea & White

 

Drove line drives all 'round Shea, .299 was my best year.
But I wasn't a Gold Glove slick shortstop.
Call me too needy, call me too speedy, just call me to play.
When the game's over I just can't stop.

I've still got my instincts, still got my conditioning, as a matter of fact.
You can call me Rickey's wannabe.
Ring a bell and I'll take my lead, how'd you like that?
Mr. Gammons, tell me I'm not just an old MookieÖ Cause Right now Iím

Iím coaching first base, just like Mookie Wilson did.
Well I'm coaching first base, just like Mookie Wilson did.

So I'm standing here, just dodging a bunch of foul balls,
And I'm thinking about Piazza's last strikeout.
Just playing and replaying that Buckner tape,
And I'm wondering if this is some kind of athletic drought.

Iím coaching first base, just like Mookie Wilson did.
Well I'm coaching first base, just like Mookie Wilson did.


And if you wanna find me I'll be in the first base box,
Just wondering where the Hell Darryl Strawberry's gone.
Relacing my gloves that caught those fly balls just like nets,
And thinking "Let's Go Mets!"

Iím coaching first base, just like Mookie Wilson did.
Well I'm coaching first base, just like Mookie Wilson did.

I had a dream that I was Preston Wilson's dad

And though he struck out way too much, he still made a lot of pitchers mad.
He still made a whole lot of pitchers mad.  Whoa ho.
Somebody help them, they're looking pretty bad.
Somebody help them, looking awful sad.
Somebody help them, because I'm...

Iím coaching first base, just like Mookie Wilson did.
Well I'm coaching first base, just like Mookie Wilson did.

Drove line drives all 'round Shea, .299 was my best year.

But I wasn't a Gold Glove slick shortstop.

Call me too needy, call me too speedy, just call me to play.

When the game's over I just can't stop.

 

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