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Baseball's Greatest Hits VOLUME 2 lyrics
Doug Mientkiewicz
Doug Mientkiewicz, he�s my favorite player. Doug Mientkiewicz, he�s the man, he�s the man
Doug Mientkiewicz, I just love to say it. Doug Mientkiewicz, he�s the man, he�s the man

When he was a Twin, it didn�t mean a thing
Then he joined the Sox and Doug Mientkiewicz really rocked

Doug Mientkiewicz, he�s my favorite player
Doug Mientkiewicz, he�s the man, he�s the man

He�s kind to his mother and a former Gold Glover
Doug may not make the Hall of Fame but he�s got 12 letters in his name

Doug Mientkiewicz, I can�t even spell it. Doug Mientkiewicz, but I sure do like to yell it
Doug Mientkiewicz, he�s my favorite player. Doug Mientkiewicz, he�s the man, he�s the man

M-I-E-N, T-K-I-E, W-I-C-Z (I think that�s right)

Doug Mientkiewicz, he�s my favorite player. Doug Mientkiewicz, he just took that ball and ran
Doug Mientkiewicz, I just love to say it. Doug Mientkiewicz, he�s the man, he�s the man


Blasted in the Bleachers
Walkin� down to Jersey Street on a scorching summer day. Heading off to Fenway Park
That�s where the Red Sox play. The clock in Kenmore Square says almost 2
We�re gonna sit way out in center field and this is what we�ll do 

Let�s go get blasted in the bleachers, act insane. The sun, some beer and all those people
We can even watch the game. I don�t need no runs or hits just a six pack of Schlitz
Win or lose, we�ll feel the same. It�s only a game

The stands are filling up and baby so am I. The batter hits a grounder but I�m flying high
There�s a double play, a stolen base, a fastball up and in and the batter he breaks his bat
I�ll drink to that

Don�t say we ain�t good fans. We even clean up our cans
When the seventh-inning stretch comes, we try to stand up
We�re always nice and friendly and never throw our cups 

The bases are loaded and so am I. There�s a screamin� line drive and I can hear it cry
There�s a close play out at third and the coach jumps up and down
And yells like a spoiled brat. I�ll drink to that
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