Drove downtown in the rain six-thirty on a Tuesday night
Just to check out an evening baseball game
Call it compulsive, call it repulsive, call it low-brain
But when they are losing, we have to blame
It's a matter of lineups, a matter of positioning,
It's a matter of stats
You can call me the Mariner Moose
Give me beer, and I'll postulate, how'd you like that?
Hey, Bob Melvin, tell me you're not just a pedagogue,
'cause right now I'm
Sitting at home just like Danny Wilson did
Well I'm sitting at home just like Danny Wilson did
So I'm sitting here, just staring at the baseball field
And I'm thinking about how to not strike out
Just listening and relistening to Davey Niehaus
And I'm wondering if it's some kind of productive drought
Because I'm sitting at home just like Danny Wilson did
Well I'm sitting at home just like Danny Wilson did
And if you want to find me I'll be out in the bleachers
Wondering where the hell all the talent's gone
Drinking my warm beer and scribbling one more Yankees run
And wishing we had won
Sitting at home just like Danny Wilson did
Well I'm sitting at home just like Danny Wilson did
I had a dream that we lost three hundred games
And the stadium was very empty
I zoned out 'til I couldn't see the grounders
I zoned out 'til I couldn't see the grounders
Somebody help them, they can't see the ball
Somebody help them, they can't see the ball
Somebody help them, because we're
Sitting at home just like Danny Wilson did
Well I'm sitting at home just like Danny Wilson did
Drove downtown in the rain six-thirty on a Tuesday night.
Just to check out the Mariners, 'cause they stink (Boy they sure do stink)
Call it disgusted, call it mistrusted, call it insane
But when I'm in Safeco, I'm led to drink...
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