by David Bellel
Rauuuuul be seeing you;
In all the old, familiar home run places
That this Yankee heart of mine embraces;
All day through.
Bald man you still can play
In that big ball park across the way;
Watch our numbers swell
The sense of glee
At last Cash chose well.
Rauuuuul be seeing you;
In every summer’s day made gay;
But I don’t really mean that way;
Even though Obama says that’s okay
Games once lost will now be won
And when the season’s through;
I’ll be looking at first place
And I’ll be thanking you.