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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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