Oh, the old Babe, he was great, dear.
Captain Lou was, guiding light.
Joltin' Joe, he, had that streak, babe.
And the Mick hits balls out of sight.

You know when he steps up, Tigers crouch and
Scarlet stockings start to dread.
Senators can't filbuster.
Scouting reports, won't help if you've read.

Now, on the sidewalk, huh, huh
ooh, Sunday morning, uh-huh
lined for tickets, in the bleachers they've sat.
CRACK!
And baseball's screaming toward those reaches.
Could that hitter be Mick the Bat?

Uh, there's a Scooter, huh, huh
up in the press box, don't you know?
"Holy Cow!" heard, all around New York town.
Driving Maris home right ahead, babe.
Five to two, the Yanks have Pennant down.

Now, did you hear Yogi Berra? He talks to press, babe.
AFLAC gives you money, just as good as the cash.
And now the pitcher, he's thrown a slider.
Could it be, that guy's done something rash?

POW!
Bobby Murcer! Ho! Ho!
Yeah, Thurman Munson!
Mister Reggie Jackson!
Just come on down!
It's a line drive, from the Mick, babe
all the way to... Cooperstown!

POW!
David Winfield!
Whoa, Donnie Mattingly!
Derek and A-Rod!
Just come on down!
It's a line drive, from the Mick, babe
all the way to...

Cooperstown!

Look out, it's way, way back!