Lyrics

Baseball & Beatles
Mark Elliott & Jim Moran




She thought it was cool
That when I was in school
The Beatles were happening, the amazing Mets too
I had me a mop-top, a new 6 string Rick
And a foul ball I caught off a Tom Seaver pitch

Now she was a Tom Boy
My own pride and joy
She?d sing in her room with the Liverpool boys
We?d eat TV dinners wearin? ball caps and cleats
And yell at the umpires ?till she fell asleep

It?s the crack of the bat and the slap of the leather
The drums and guitars open come together
These are the things that bind us forever
The language we always could use
Baseball and Beatle?s tunes

Her teen years blew in
Like some tornado wind
There were boyfriends with fast cars and late night weekends
She?d yell out I hate you, I?d hear her door slam
I?d play All you need is love and Give peace a chance

It?s the crack of the bat and the slap of the leather
The drums and guitars open come together
These are the things that bind us forever
The language we always could use
Baseball and Beatle?s tunes

We?ll never agree on Pete Rose
But we both still blame Yoko

It?s the crack of the bat and the slap of the leather
The drums and guitars open come together
These are the things that bind us forever
The language we always could use
Baseball and Beatle?s tunes