(long guitar opening)

On the New York State Thruway
cool wind in my hair
warm smell of the ghetto
rising up through the air
up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light.
I knew it was Yankee Stadium
but now A-Rod's in flight.

As I stood in the doorway
saw Cashman, whom I knew well.
And I was thinking to myself
"Money" is all that A-Rod can spell.
And I asked Hank Steinbrenner,
"How did talks go today?"
Shook his head in that corridor
and I heard him say,

Well, Joe Torre's off to California.
Took Don Mattingly.
(Took Don Mattingly.)
Bowa, too, you see.

He's gonna regret going off to California.
Got Scott Proctor there.
(Got Scott Proctor there.)
Lose his last three hairs!

Scott Boras is so twisted
in his Mercedes-Benz.
(Ugh!)
He's got a very pretty, pretty boy
means to his ends.
Derek Jeter will play hard.
Robbie Cano sweats.
A-Rod, you'll remember
only gave us regrets.

So I called up the Captain:
"Glad you're still at short."
And he said
"That guy has driven me
nuts since two thousand four."
And still those voices were calling
from far away.
Ghosts in projects where stood Ebbets Field
and the Polo Grounds, Say Hey!

Bums and Jints went off to California!
Such a lovely place.
(Such a lovely place.)
For New York, disgrace.
Half a century back, off to California!
Heard O'Malley's lies!
(Heard O'Malley's lies!)
Stoneham's alibis!

Mirror's not reporting.
Herald-Tribune's on ice.
And I said, "We've still got three papers here
but not one of them's nice."

And in Scott Boras' chambers
he's gathered for his feast.
He's stabbed fans in the back so long
so what team would feed that beast?

Last thing I remembered
I was running for the door.
Red Sox won the World Series.
That never used to happen before.

"Relax," said the Sox fan.
"Another parade I receive."
But I got what I'd really like:
It's watching A-Rod leave!

(long guitar fadeout)