Mets Bats (Come Out Tonight) to the tune of “Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)”

“Mets Bats (Come Out Tonight)” 

Loosely to the tune of and inspired by Bruce Springsteen’s “Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)

Lyrics by Laura Farina 10/4/15

Come out now Mets Bats, Dark Knight, come cut loose Scott Boras’s reins

You know playin’ inning limits is a little baby’s game

You pick up D’Arnaud’s glove dynamite, Mets Fans are lookin’ for fun,

And together we’re gonna go out tonight and make that 7 Line run

You don’t have to do it alone, you have a team of young bats and guns,

The only team we’re ever gonna need is the sweet Orange and Blue from Queens

and Amazins, you’re the One

 

Captain Wright’s in the belfry playin’ with his bats

Familia’s uptown in front of FAO Schwartz tryin’ out his attitude on all the cats

Conforto’s on the corner waitin’ for the bus

Keith’s up in the box waitin’ for us to show up

The Wilpons will be there in their chairs when they hoist the trophy upstairs `cause you know

We’re all gonna come

We ain’t here on business, baby, we’re only here for fun

Amazins, you’re not done!

 

Amazins, jump a little lighter, Wilmer Flores come sit by my fire

I just want to be a winner, ain’t no liar, Amazins you’re my stone desire

 

Daniel Murphy and Lucas Duda you know they’re gonna be there

Ah Juan Uribe and Kelly Johnson they’ll be comin’ up for New York air

We’re gonna play some ball, round them all, visit the Hall, stay out all night it’s gonna feel alright

Amazins come out tonight, Yo-en-is come out tonight

Days off are for cheaters, no hitters for the poor

Walkoffs are for winners, Amazins hit some more

So use them, ‘Mazins, run up the score!

 

 

Cuddyer, hit a little better, Grandy, come ‘n’ start the fire

We all just want to be winners, ain’t no liar, Amazins you’re our Queens desire

 

I know our fans are worried now `cause you played poorly in our final homestand

And I know Terry’s still messin’ with the lineup but he never did understand

Bartolo lowered the boom showed you to your room

We’re comin’ to lend a hand

We’re comin’ to liberate you, confiscate you we’ll always be your fans

Someday we’ll look back on this and it will all seem funny

But don’t be sad it ain’t that bad

Sandy says the days are over that we don’t have any money

The days are over that we don’t have any money

The years are over since Madoff took our money

Tell Fred this is last chance to get his team in a World Series dance

Because Cespedes, Amazins, is expecting a big advance!

 

Our hearts been bashed and we often crash but the Pope had mercy

The machine was a dud till mid July then the fans returned from the swamps of

Jersey

Flores cried, help arrived, then we were comin’ on strong

By the time we meet the Dodgers in the West Coast light we will know who has the

better arms

Thor and Jake with their pretty hair will throw Ks in

southern California but what stands in our way

Are the bats that went quiet against the Phils and Nats  all night and day

You can hear Tejada and Lagares in the dugout hummin’

So hold tight Mets fans `cause don’t you know they’re all comin’

 

Plawecki, hit another homer, Curtis, come ‘n’ start the fire

You’re not a Yankee anymore, ain’t no liar, Amazins you’re our stone desire

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