And as long as we're posting lyrics... The whiz kids had won it, Bobby Thomson had done it, And Yogi read the comics all the while. Rock 'n roll was being born, Marijuana, we would scorn, So down on the corner, The national past-time went on trial. We're talkin' baseball! Kluszewski, Campanella. Talkin' baseball! The Man and Bobby Feller. The Scooter, the Barber, and the Newc, They knew them all from Boston to Dubuque. Especially Willie, Mickey, and the Duke. And what I listened to today on my way to work.. Do they still play the blues in Chicago When baseball season rolls around? When the snow melts away, do the Cubbies still play In their ivy-covered burial ground? When I was a boy they were my pride and joy But now they only bring fatigue To the home of the brave, the land of the free And the doormat of the National League