That short, fat, bald guy
's'a fall baseball guy
He loves to watch his Bombers win again
Lives through the players
Loves when they hit 'taters
But he's a couch potato and it's been a sin
He wishes he were more
Knows what makes you ready for
A trip to the Hall of Fam is not some August game
This is October the kid stuff is over
Time to deliver what the fans pay you to do
This is October
He's Derek Jeter he hits the heater
He's undefeated in his dreams at least he dreams
But when he wakes up he drops the pop ups
Lets down his son and wifely team and they scream
"You can do it, do it dad
We know that you're not so bad
So don't just lie about- Time is runnin' out
This is October the kid stuff is over
Time to deliver what the family prays you can do
This is October"
Fantasy camp the Mick is there
The Babe says: "Straighten up, comb your hair
You gotta give all you can give
You gotta love you gotta love- you gotta live
This is October the kid stuff is over
Time to deliver what the fans pay you to do
This is October the kid stuff is over
Time to deliver what the fans pray you can do
This is October