When you get older losing your swing
many years from now,
will you still be pointing to the fans you love
waving, smiling, losing your glove?
If you sit out a month and a half,
would you sit for more?
Come on, don’t tease us. Please dude don’t leave us.
Number twenty-four.
You’ll be lonely too!
And if you say the word,
we will cheer for you!
Papi will be there, taking the heat,
when you want a rest.
You can carry water when you play the field.
Wily Mo can act as your shield.
Hitting a double, taking the lead,
who could ask for more?
Come on, don’t tease us. Please dude don’t leave us.
Number twenty-four.
Every summer we will watch you hit behind you friend David,
Big Papi Ortiz.
We shall scream and cheer!
You get to pick your days,
to sit against the Jays.
We’ll send you postcards and drop you a line
stating we love you!
Write letters to CHB and Steve Buckley.
All they do is help kill some trees.
Give us your answer, tell us the score.
Be ours forever more!
Come on, don’t tease us. Please dude don’t leave us.
Number twenty-four.
*With apologies to Lennon (who didn’t really co-write “When I’m Sixty-Four” but gets the credit), McCartney and any of the ‘sistahs’ who don’t agree with the sentiment!