[03:49.00]THE TV SET WAS BLACK AND WHITE
[03:49.00]IN THE FRONT ROOM FLOOR I SAT
[03:49.00]AND WAITED FOR YOU, NUMBER NINE
[03:49.00]TO TAKE YOUR TURN AT BAT
[03:49.00]BY SEASON’S END THAT RECORD OF ALL RECORDS
[03:49.00]YOU WOULD KILL
[03:49.00]IN PINSTRIPES AND KNEE-SOCKS
[03:49.00]WITH A BAT FROM LOUISVILLE, JUST LIKE MINE
[03:49.00]DAD IS THERE A GAME TODAY
[03:49.00]WHAT TEAM DO WE PLAY SURE HOPE IT DOESN’T RAIN TODAY
[03:49.00]IS IT HOME OR AWAY
[03:49.00]GOT A FEW OF YOUR BASEBALL CARDS
[03:49.00]BUT THE ONE I REALLY LOVE
[03:49.00]YOU’RE KNEELING DOWN, LOOKING UP
[03:49.00]WITH YOUR LEFT HAND IN YOUR GLOVE
[03:49.00]JUST LIKE MINE
[03:49.00]LITTLE BOYS NEED HEROES, A GOLDEN SUMMER DREAM
[03:49.00]A WAY TO LEARN, A WAY TO EARN, A SLOT ON THE TEAM
[03:49.00]
[03:49.00]SENT A LETTER JUST TO TELL YOU
[03:49.00]I WAS YOUR BIGGEST FAN
[03:49.00]I NEVER GOT THE CHANCE TO YELL
[03:49.00]YOUR NAME FROM THE STANDS
[03:49.00]AS JULY TURNED TO AUGUST
[03:49.00]THEN SUMMER TURNED TO FALL
[03:49.00]MY TRANSISTOR TUNER I’D ADJUST
[03:49.00]JUST TO HEAR YOU SMACK THAT BALL
[03:49.00]JUST LIKE MINE
[03:49.00]
[03:49.00]SPORTS WRITERS OF THE DAY MOCKED AND CALLED YOU NAMES BUT YOU NEVER PAID ATTENTION TO THEIR FRONT OFFICE GAMES
[03:49.00]A LOT OF SPORTS FANS WANTED YOU TO LEAVE THE BABE ALONE
[03:49.00]BUT REPORTERS, THEY STILL HAUNTED YOU
[03:49.00]AND CAMPED OUT ON YOUR LAWN
[03:49.00]JUST LIKE MINE
[03:49.00]WHEN I HEARD OF YOUR PASSING
[03:49.00]I PULLED OFF TO THE SIDE
[03:49.00]AND SUDDENLY I WAS EIGHT AGAIN
[03:49.00]I JUST SAT THERE AND CRIED
[03:49.00]THIS MAN I’D NEVER MET
[03:49.00]I WONDERED HOW IT HIT ME SO
[03:49.00]THEN I THOUGHT OF MY OWN SON
[03:49.00]AND NOW I THINK I KNOW
[03:49.00]EVERYONE NEEDS HEROES, A GOLDEN SUMMER DREAM
[03:49.00]A WAY TO LEARN, A WAY TO EARN, A SPOT ON THE TEAM