IF YOU NEED A PSYCHE SONG TO SING TODAY BEFORE GAME 1!
“Mets Bats (Come Out Tonight)”
To the tune of Bruce Springsteen’s Rosalita
Revised/inspired lyrics by Laura Farina 10/26/15
Come out now Mets Bats, Dark Knight just 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,
Amazins, you’re the One!
Captain Wright’s in the belfry playin’ with his bats
Familia’s in K.C. in front of Plaza III tryin’ out his attitude on all the cats
Conforto’s out in left field waitin’ for his World Series start
Yoenis is in the training room waitin’ for his next cortisone shot
The Wilpons will be there in their chairs when they wrestle 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
After his performance in the NLCS Murph is in rarefied October air
We’re gonna play some ball, round them all, “visit the K”, stay out all night
it’s gonna feel alright
Amazins come out tonight, U-ri-be come baaaack 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!
Duda just got a little hotter, Grandy, come ‘n’ start the fire
We all just want to be winners, ain’t no liar, Amazins you’re our New York desire
I know our fans are feeling good because we just swept the Cubbies in Chi-town
And Terry’s no longer messin’ with the lineup, it seems he’s got it down
Bartolo lowered the boom showed NL batters to their room
He’s come on 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
Ruben, don’t be sad, Utley will be plunked next year
And Sandy says the days are over that we don’t have any money
Says the days are over that we don’t have any money
The days are over since Madoff took our money
Tell Fred this is last chance to get his team in a World Series Dance
Because Cespedes and Murphy, Amazins, are expecting a big advance
Our hearts been bashed and we often crash but the Lord 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 Royals in the Midwestern light we will know
who wins, bats or arms
The Amazin Aces with their pretty faces can tame the Royal bats in
Kaufmann Stadium and nothing stands in their way
The bats that went quiet are alive now when we need them, all night
and day
I can hear Tejada and Lagares in the dugout hummin’
So hold tight Mets fans `cause don’t you know the runs are comin’
Lucas Duda, hit another homer, Grandy, come ‘n’ start the fire
You’re not a Yankee anymore, ain’t no liar, [and you’re playing in the World
Series!]
Amazins you’re our stone desire
Mets Bats (Come Out Tonight) World Series Version (to the Tune of Rosalita)
IF YOU NEED A PSYCHE SONG TO SING TODAY BEFORE GAME 1!
“Mets Bats (Come Out Tonight)”
To the tune of Bruce Springsteen’s Rosalita
Revised/inspired lyrics by Laura Farina 10/26/15
Come out now Mets Bats, Dark Knight just 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,
Amazins, you’re the One!
Captain Wright’s in the belfry playin’ with his bats
Familia’s in K.C. in front of Plaza III tryin’ out his attitude on all the cats
Conforto’s out in left field waitin’ for his World Series start
Yoenis is in the training room waitin’ for his next cortisone shot
The Wilpons will be there in their chairs when they wrestle 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
After his performance in the NLCS Murph is in rarefied October air
We’re gonna play some ball, round them all, “visit the K”, stay out all night
it’s gonna feel alright
Amazins come out tonight, U-ri-be come baaaack 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!
Duda just got a little hotter, Grandy, come ‘n’ start the fire
We all just want to be winners, ain’t no liar, Amazins you’re our New York desire
I know our fans are feeling good because we just swept the Cubbies in Chi-town
And Terry’s no longer messin’ with the lineup, it seems he’s got it down
Bartolo lowered the boom showed NL batters to their room
He’s come on 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
Ruben, don’t be sad, Utley will be plunked next year
And Sandy says the days are over that we don’t have any money
Says the days are over that we don’t have any money
The days are over since Madoff took our money
Tell Fred this is last chance to get his team in a World Series Dance
Because Cespedes and Murphy, Amazins, are expecting a big advance
Our hearts been bashed and we often crash but the Lord 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 Royals in the Midwestern light we will know
who wins, bats or arms
The Amazin Aces with their pretty faces can tame the Royal bats in
Kaufmann Stadium and nothing stands in their way
The bats that went quiet are alive now when we need them, all night
and day
I can hear Tejada and Lagares in the dugout hummin’
So hold tight Mets fans `cause don’t you know the runs are comin’
Lucas Duda, hit another homer, Grandy, come ‘n’ start the fire
You’re not a Yankee anymore, ain’t no liar, [and you’re playing in the World
Series!]
Amazins you’re our stone desire