“Mets Bats (Come Out Tonight)”
Loosely to the tune of and inspired by Bruce Springsteen’s “Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)
Lyrics by Laura Farina 10/4/15
Come out now Mets Bats, Dark Knight, come cut loose Scott Boras’s reins
You know playin’ inning limits is a little baby’s game
You pick up D’Arnaud’s glove dynamite, Mets Fans are lookin’ for fun,
And together we’re gonna go out tonight and make that 7 Line run
You don’t have to do it alone, you have a team of young bats and guns,
The only team we’re ever gonna need is the sweet Orange and Blue from Queens
and Amazins, you’re the One
Captain Wright’s in the belfry playin’ with his bats
Familia’s uptown in front of FAO Schwartz tryin’ out his attitude on all the cats
Conforto’s on the corner waitin’ for the bus
Keith’s up in the box waitin’ for us to show up
The Wilpons will be there in their chairs when they hoist the trophy upstairs `cause you know
We’re all gonna come
We ain’t here on business, baby, we’re only here for fun
Amazins, you’re not done!
Amazins, jump a little lighter, Wilmer Flores come sit by my fire
I just want to be a winner, ain’t no liar, Amazins you’re my stone desire
Daniel Murphy and Lucas Duda you know they’re gonna be there
Ah Juan Uribe and Kelly Johnson they’ll be comin’ up for New York air
We’re gonna play some ball, round them all, visit the Hall, stay out all night it’s gonna feel alright
Amazins come out tonight, Yo-en-is come out tonight
Days off are for cheaters, no hitters for the poor
Walkoffs are for winners, Amazins hit some more
So use them, ‘Mazins, run up the score!
Cuddyer, hit a little better, Grandy, come ‘n’ start the fire
We all just want to be winners, ain’t no liar, Amazins you’re our Queens desire
I know our fans are worried now `cause you played poorly in our final homestand
And I know Terry’s still messin’ with the lineup but he never did understand
Bartolo lowered the boom showed you to your room
We’re comin’ to lend a hand
We’re comin’ to liberate you, confiscate you we’ll always be your fans
Someday we’ll look back on this and it will all seem funny
But don’t be sad it ain’t that bad
Sandy says the days are over that we don’t have any money
The days are over that we don’t have any money
The years are over since Madoff took our money
Tell Fred this is last chance to get his team in a World Series dance
Because Cespedes, Amazins, is expecting a big advance!
Our hearts been bashed and we often crash but the Pope had mercy
The machine was a dud till mid July then the fans returned from the swamps of
Jersey
Flores cried, help arrived, then we were comin’ on strong
By the time we meet the Dodgers in the West Coast light we will know who has the
better arms
Thor and Jake with their pretty hair will throw Ks in
southern California but what stands in our way
Are the bats that went quiet against the Phils and Nats all night and day
You can hear Tejada and Lagares in the dugout hummin’
So hold tight Mets fans `cause don’t you know they’re all comin’
Plawecki, hit another homer, Curtis, come ‘n’ start the fire
You’re not a Yankee anymore, ain’t no liar, Amazins you’re our stone desire
Mets Bats (Come Out Tonight) to the tune of “Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)”
“Mets Bats (Come Out Tonight)”
Loosely to the tune of and inspired by Bruce Springsteen’s “Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)
Lyrics by Laura Farina 10/4/15
Come out now Mets Bats, Dark Knight, come cut loose Scott Boras’s reins
You know playin’ inning limits is a little baby’s game
You pick up D’Arnaud’s glove dynamite, Mets Fans are lookin’ for fun,
And together we’re gonna go out tonight and make that 7 Line run
You don’t have to do it alone, you have a team of young bats and guns,
The only team we’re ever gonna need is the sweet Orange and Blue from Queens
and Amazins, you’re the One
Captain Wright’s in the belfry playin’ with his bats
Familia’s uptown in front of FAO Schwartz tryin’ out his attitude on all the cats
Conforto’s on the corner waitin’ for the bus
Keith’s up in the box waitin’ for us to show up
The Wilpons will be there in their chairs when they hoist the trophy upstairs `cause you know
We’re all gonna come
We ain’t here on business, baby, we’re only here for fun
Amazins, you’re not done!
Amazins, jump a little lighter, Wilmer Flores come sit by my fire
I just want to be a winner, ain’t no liar, Amazins you’re my stone desire
Daniel Murphy and Lucas Duda you know they’re gonna be there
Ah Juan Uribe and Kelly Johnson they’ll be comin’ up for New York air
We’re gonna play some ball, round them all, visit the Hall, stay out all night it’s gonna feel alright
Amazins come out tonight, Yo-en-is come out tonight
Days off are for cheaters, no hitters for the poor
Walkoffs are for winners, Amazins hit some more
So use them, ‘Mazins, run up the score!
Cuddyer, hit a little better, Grandy, come ‘n’ start the fire
We all just want to be winners, ain’t no liar, Amazins you’re our Queens desire
I know our fans are worried now `cause you played poorly in our final homestand
And I know Terry’s still messin’ with the lineup but he never did understand
Bartolo lowered the boom showed you to your room
We’re comin’ to lend a hand
We’re comin’ to liberate you, confiscate you we’ll always be your fans
Someday we’ll look back on this and it will all seem funny
But don’t be sad it ain’t that bad
Sandy says the days are over that we don’t have any money
The days are over that we don’t have any money
The years are over since Madoff took our money
Tell Fred this is last chance to get his team in a World Series dance
Because Cespedes, Amazins, is expecting a big advance!
Our hearts been bashed and we often crash but the Pope had mercy
The machine was a dud till mid July then the fans returned from the swamps of
Jersey
Flores cried, help arrived, then we were comin’ on strong
By the time we meet the Dodgers in the West Coast light we will know who has the
better arms
Thor and Jake with their pretty hair will throw Ks in
southern California but what stands in our way
Are the bats that went quiet against the Phils and Nats all night and day
You can hear Tejada and Lagares in the dugout hummin’
So hold tight Mets fans `cause don’t you know they’re all comin’
Plawecki, hit another homer, Curtis, come ‘n’ start the fire
You’re not a Yankee anymore, ain’t no liar, Amazins you’re our stone desire