When I Take The Field On Friday

 

See the line of bottoms bounce on every stirring play

That I will make when I face any foe

On Friday nights home or away

 

But, thoughts of bottoms have to wait ‘til post-game socialties

And then I’ll ask the coach if it’s okay

He’ll just wink and walk away

 

When I take the field on Friday

I’m gonna have it my way

I’m a Yankee in ecstasy

That so hard to be?

Indeed that is so very hard to be

 

I’ll beat the great

The new great, too

And beat the in-between

Until there’s no one left to beat

And then I’ll beat ‘em for a second time

 

When I’m forced to hit the turf

It’s usually okay

I get the sympathetic silence resurrected everyday

 

When I take the field on Friday

I’m gonna have it my way

I’m a Yankee in ecstasy

That so hard to be?

Indeed that is so very hard to be

 

He’s got a tin ear, got a tin ear

But, it doesn’t matter now

He hears the crowds

That’s good enough

It’s such a very lovely sound

 

See the line of bottoms bounce on every stirring play

That I will make when I face any foe

Friday nights home or away

 

But thoughts of bottoms have to wait ‘til post-game socialties

And then I’ll ask the coach if it’s okay

He’ll just wink and walk away

 

When I take the field on Friday

I’m gonna have it my way

I’m a yank in ecstasy

That’s so hard to be