The John Lennon Yankee Song

by Hart Seely

Imagine there’s no Beltran.
It’s easy if you try.
No more infield pop-ups.
And no more rallies die.
Imagine all the outfield,
Under thirty-five…

Imagine there’s no long-terms.
It isn’t hard to do.
Nobody out on rehab,
And no Stephen Drew, too.
Imagine Yankee “prospects,”
Under thirty-five…

You-oo-o-o-o…
You may say I’m a Met fan,
Bartolo Colon, Granderson,
We know one day they’ll rejoin us,
But only after they’re completely done…

Imagine no Sabathia.
I wonder if you can.
No waiting for his comeback,
And no complaints among the fans.
Imagine all the people,
Cheering his career…

You-oo-o-o-o…
You may say I’m a moron,
But we only want to win…
We hope some young players join us,
And someday we’ll raise a flag again.

 


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