(To the melody of Barenaked Ladies’ “Brian Wilson”)
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 Mookie… Cause Right now I’m
I’m 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.
I’m 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!"
I’m 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...
I’m 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.