For The Love Of The Game... and Andy...

Talkin' Tee-Ball
Music by Terry Cashman
Lyrics by Will Robison

The whiz kids had played it,
Andy Lie had coached it,
And Will read the comics all the while.
Rock 'n roll was dying,
And baseball players were lying,
So down on the blogosphere,
The national past-time went on trial.

Refrain:
We're talkin' Tee-ball!
A bunch of really young fellas.
Talkin' Tee-ball!
Their moms and dads are yellin’.
Their running and their catching is a fluke,
Yet they play the game from Boston to Dubuque.
Just like Willie, Mickey, and the Duke.

Well , Andy Lie was grinning,
While Will was beginning,
They were all playing so no one would win.
And though it might snow
To practice they must go,
Even if the streets look like the hills of Washington.

Refrain:

Now Coach Andy liked Matt Williams,
While, Will wanted to be like #22.
And Pastor Peter played hooky,
To go and see the Monster.
And me, I always loved Willie Mays,
Man, those were the days!

Refrain:

Well, now it's for the new kids,
To learn how to play it,
And the coaches teach the basics of the game.
Coach Andy is a vet,
And Will again is a pet,
If we lose all this, it really will be a shame.

I'm talkin' Tee-ball!
A mile from the beach we’re teachin.
Talkin' Tee-ball!
No matter whether its rainin’ and snowin’ too,
We’re gonna teach the next Vida Blue,
If Cooperstown is calling, it's no fluke.
We’re teachin’ the next Willie, Mickey, and the Duke.
Willie, Mickey, and the Duke. (Say hey, say hey, say hey)
The next Willie, Mickey and the Duke (Say hey, say hey, say hey)
I'm talkin' Willie, Mickey and the Duke (Say hey, say hey, say hey)