My way
This one is for all the little people
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http://www.last.fm/music/Frank+Sinatra/_/My+Way
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And now Bud Selig’s here
They say I face the final curtain
My friend I’ll say it clear
I’ll state my case of which I’m certain
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I’ve lived a life that’s full
I’ve had my hair cut every which way
Employees learned one thing for sure:
It’s my way or the highway
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Regrets, well, less than two
And even that one I will not mention
I did what I had to do
And did it all sans apprehension
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I planned each horrid move
Each careful step towards evil ruin
And more, much more than this
I loved the doin’
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Yes there were times I’m sure you knew
That I was out to kill Dodger Blue
But even though the hate mail grew
The property we still accrued,
I faced it all and though I’m small,
I did it my way
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I’ve filled the team with trash
No matter what, they’re still not losing
The fans, their teeth will knash
I find it all just so amusing
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To think I did all that
And now it’s the courts forever-and-a-day
Oh no, you’re not rid of me
You’ll do it my way
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For what is a man what has he got
If he can’t preen and be a big shot
To take a team with high ideals
And drag it through mud and courts of appeals
The record shows I did it under your nose
And did it my way
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Yes it was my way
IT’S ALL BEEN MAKE BELIEVE
I’m feeling a little bit country tonight. This one goes out to Frank. Conway Twitty, “It’s Only Make Believe”:
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IT’S ALL BEEN MAKE BELIEVE
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People see me here and there
I think they think I care
For myself, I can deceive
‘Cuz its all been make believe
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My only hope and prayer, is that Selig won’t dare
Seize books that just aren’t true, and all my receipts too,
Too many ‘ready know, the lies I’ve told since go -
Someday we’ll get a ring, and that green girdle thing…
‘Cuz it’s all been make believe
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Got dopes like Ned for you, locked out my wife the shrew
Hung banners on the walls, Selig’s cut off my balls
My mouth I can’t control, we’re millions in the hole
Please say a prayer for me, thought haircuts were for free
‘Cuz it’s all been make believe
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No bailout loan from Fox, I’ll need to change the locks
The wife, the debts to pay, attendance went away
But all I really know – how much fans love me so
My plans, my hopes and my schemes, I am my every dream
‘Cuz it’s all been make believe
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©NedCo Broken Records 2011.
TRICKLE TRICKLE
I’ll have to check out that song Jason – I’m sure there will be ample opportunity this season. Another one might be Only The Loney by Roy Orbison. No, I fished this one out of obscurity – don’t even need to change the title of this song. Here’s the James Loney version of Manhattan Transfer’s Trickle Trickle. Couldn’t find a decent version of it on Youtube, so you’ll have to go to Yahoo music:
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TRICKLE TRICKLE
[Chorus]
Trickle trickle, slap slap
How much longer can this guy last?
Ain’t no hits droppin’, career’s a floppin’
Tell me how long will this guy last?
Dribble dribble, pop pop
Don’t hit liners, he just hits slop
We’re here waitin’ that’s why I’m statein’
Battin’ him sixth has got to stop
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Loney’s dug a hole here boys
Not passin Go
His fielding’s sharp, a bat he lacks
Why don’t Ned just give him the sack?
Loney blows Loney blows just like Marty – yeah
Shoont be in the show
Well I just can’t take it
We know he can’t rake it
Don’t want to see James Loney no more
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Trickle trickle, slap slap
How much longer can this guy last?
Ain’t no hits droppin’, career’s a floppin’
Tell me how long will this guy last?
Dribble dribble, pop pop
Don’t hit liners, he just hits slop
We’re here waitin’ that’s why I’m statein’
Battin’ him sixth has got to stop
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Loney he’s beat, he’s done yeah boy
And he’s gotta go
Well we know he can’t make the party
Man Ned, make it so
Loney blows Loney blows just like Marty – yeah
Shoont be in the show
Well I just can’t take it
We know he can’t rake it
Don’t want to see James Loney no more
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Trickle trickle, slap slap
How much longer can this guy last?
Ain’t no hits droppin’, career’s a floppin’
Tell me how long will this guy last?
Dribble dribble, pop pop
Don’t hit liners, he just hits slop
We’re here waitin’ that’s why I’m statein’
James Loney’s time’s already past
James time’s already past.
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©NedCo Broken Records 2011
Rusted
For James Loney. Ray Charles, Busted:
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RUSTED
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Yeah, I’ve lost all my swagger and a step off my gait, my bat’s rusted
I start swingin’ now I’ll still be too late, my bat’s rusted
Well I swing at ‘em high and I swing at ‘em low
And when I make contact they rarely pass Go
And why I’m still starting I really don’t know, my bat’s rusted
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Well my footwork’s a mess and my hitting’s a crime, my bat’s rusted
I think that I’ve come to the end of the line, my bat’s rusted
The sacks are all juiced and I need a big poke
A sequoia won’t help me – its really no joke
And all I can do is go up there and choke, my bat’s rusted
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What’s I to do?, there’s a hole in my stick, my bat’s rusted
Pentland he tries, but I just make him sick, my bat’s rusted
Well I really don’t know if its karma or fate
A one-fifty av’rage is quite second-rate
Won’t be surprised if Frank asks a rebate, my bat’s rusted
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Its broke. Like lead. I mean like nothing. Forget it. Hell its over.
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© NedCo Broken Records 2011
MR. LONEY
OK, here’s a quickie for Loney. Bobby Vinton – Mr. Lonely
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MR. LONEY
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Loney, I’m Mr. Loney
I have no power for my ooooooooooooown
I’m just Loney, I’m Mr. Loney
When there are runners, I’m double play pro-OOOOOoone
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Now I’m older, another year older
Can’t get them home, my bat’s made out of foam
That’s why I’m Loney, I’m Mr. Loney
Colder than those that live in Nome
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Better, need to get better
Or they will ride me out on a raaaaaa-ale
Slugging is rotten, yes it’s rotten
I’d like to hide my head in a paaaaaa-ale
Now I’m older, another year older
Can’t get them home, my bat’s made out of foam
That’s why I’m Loney, I’m Mr. Loney
I wish that I could drive them hooooooome…
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©NedCo Broken Records 2011
THAT’S URIBE
Here’s about three and a half minutes of time you’ll never get back 
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Dean Martin – That’s Amore
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THAT’S URIBE
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Ned Colletti, the fool that’s king
Cuz Ned signed Juan, here’s what we say:
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Lo’r the boom on this guy he hits like a cow pie
That’s Uribe
When the bloggers all whine, but Don says that he’s fine
That’s Uribe
Strike outs ring swing-a-swing-a-swing, swing-a-swing-a-swing
Wish he just go to hella
Go back to city by the bay, city by the bay
With that ‘stachio’d fella
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When the pitchers all drool cuz his hitting is stool
That’s Uribe
When you’re praying for sleet so he won’t have to heet
That’s our Juan
Never walks, no HBs leads to no OBP for señor-e
Woe is me, all can see, ‘cept for ‘ol Colletti
That’s Uribe
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Well he’s big and he’s fat, ‘nother Ned sign goes splat
That’s Uribe
When we all do opine Juan should sit on the pine
That’s Uribe
(That’s Uribe)
Strike outs ring swing-a-swing-a-swing, swing-a-swing-a-swing
You ain’t none-a too swella
Go back to city by the bay, city by the bay
With that ‘stachio’d fella
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[ALL TOGETHER NOW]
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When you swing like a fool and were signed by a tool
That’s Uribe
Never getting on base cuz you’re hitting’s disgraced
That’s our Juan
Never walks, no HBs leads to no OBP for señor-e
Woe is me, all can see, ‘cept for ‘ol Colletti
That’s Uribe (Uribe)
That’s Uribe
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©NedCo Broken Records 2011
Suspicious Minds
This one’s for you, mccourt You make us all cuss
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Suspicious Minds
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You’re caught in a trap
You can’t walk out
Because we’ve had too much of you Frankie
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You make us all cuss
With what you’re doing to us
When you don’t hear a word we’re sayin’
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We can’t go on together
With suspicious minds
And we can’t rebuild our team
With what you’ve got in mind
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So, if Bud Selig will show
And change the status quo
We’d all have tears of joy in our eyes
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Now here we go again
Phoning next-of-kin
You won’t or can’t see that we’re cryin’
We’re crying
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We can’t go on together
With suspicious minds
And we can’t find dignity
With you so disinclined
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Oh let the Blue survive
And dry the tears from our eyes
Please don’t let a good team die
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‘Cause Frankie, you know
You’ve only lied to us
Mmm yeah, yeah
With what you’re doing to us
When you don’t hear a word we’re sayin’
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We can’t go on together
With suspicious minds
And we can’t rebuild our team
With what you’ve got in mind
Oh, Frankie Boy
Oh, Frankie boy, the fans, the fans are calling
From glen to glen, they’re calling for your hide.
The love has gone, and all the hope is dying.
‘Tis you, ’tis you must go and Ned set aside.
But come ye back when others’r in the owner’s box
And when the team is flush with well-paid jocks.
‘Tis I’ll be here, in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Frankie boy, oh, Frankie boy, I’ll boo you so.
A Bonnie Fair Lym’ric
Dair onest was a man from el lay
Who signed nuthin but crrrrap from tha bae
His teems always sooked
And now weir all fooked
And we whist he would just go away
dodgereric
Wally and TruMom made me teary eyed up above about being here to the bitter end, so this ones for them. Helen Reddy, You And Me Against The World.
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TRU AND ME AGAINST OL’ FRANK
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[Spoken]
Tell it again Wally
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Tru and me against ol Frank
That’s all that’s left is Tru and me against ol Frank
When all the others flipped the bird and walked away
We’ll be here until we’re gra-a-a-a-a-a-y
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Remember when Ned’s circus came to town
And you were pissed of by McClown
But yet we still came back around, someone that bleeds blue
Someone who was woebegone and still remembers
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Phew and me against ol Frank
That’s all that’s left is Tru and me against ol Frank
And for all the times Frank lied, we knew we still had
Vinny by our side
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And when others have all gone
And we’re the ones who’re left to carry on
Then remembering our fat Andruw
Or Jason Schidt and roided Manny too
Think back to the days of Princess Drew
Tru and me against ol Frank
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[instrumental]
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And when others have all gone
And we’re the ones who’re left to carry on
Then remembering our fat Andruw
Or Jason Schidt and roided Manny too
Think back to the days of Princess Drew
Tru and me against ol Frank
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[spoken by TruMom]
I hate you Franky
[spoken by Wally]
I hate you too Frank
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© NedCo Broken Records 2011