Lyrics: © 1994 Michael Rubin, Lindy Sears, Steven Joel Zeve -- rev. 9/10/94
Tune: "When Giants Walked" by Kathy Mar
When baseball was a game for boys, the world was playground for us all,
And Giants, Dodgers, and their friends put magic in that horsehide ball.
The subway riders filled the stands for each October's war,
But New York has no Giants anymore.
When baseball was a game for boys, when honor-bound was something real,
Each city had its stalwart men to throw and hit and run and steal.
The city's life surrounded Ebbets Field and Polo Grounds,
Where now no trace of Giants can be found.
Oh, take me where the grass was real,
To that old time the game once knew,
When diamonds that are now but legend
Shared a future bright and new.
The arguments were never tame (alt: English was never quite the same)
Where Casey Stengel talked;
When Giants walked.
But baseball is a game of pride, and not just pride of hometown fan,
And Walt O'Malley in his pride stole Brooklyn's team to some far land.
And ere New Yorkers figured out just what to do or say,
The Giants turned their backs and slunk away.
Yes, when the city lost its pride, the legend of the Bums was broken.
No true-blue fan would go to see the Yankees for his subway token;
Without the Duke and Willie Mays and Jackie Robinson,
The era of the people's team was done.
But baseball's now a game of cash and loyalty is sold each season,
Teams live on networks, not in towns, and you and I all know the reason:
With all the big free agents who are bought from here or there,
The Giants could be playing anywhere.
And if it's just a game of cash, take back my season tickets please;
I'll leave behind the lawyers and the million-dollar agents' fees,
And go back to some sandlot where they're playing once again
A game that can make giants out of men.