One day I was thinkin' 'bout the Babe And the memories he left behind of the Old Ball Game Shame of it is, they're almost gone But there're still a few pieces I can recall
The catcher says to Ruth You know it's just a game You win you lose But it's all the same The Babe would turn and say You know, you're right But I still love to play
And Ruth she turns to me And wonders where I am And where I'd be if she didn't care I return to Ruth to say I'd be all right, baby But I'd still love to play
The pitcher throws at Ruth He can't afford to miss He held the ball Like a stolen kiss And the Babe just let it fly And apologized like he'd hurt the guy
Mad Ruth just loves to bitch You can't afford the miss You make your deal As you steal a kiss And she never said goodbye She really loved the game Hardly knew the guy
Mad Ruth, you should have known the Babe He loved the things he'd never had And he made you happy As he made you sad
The Babe here in my head Seems like he never left I heard the news like someone deaf It was nineteen-forty-eight He'd played a game But he'd made it great Mad Ruth sits on the couch In someone else's room "I win, you lose It's just a game", she'll say You know, she's right But I'd still love to play
Mad Ruth, you would have loved the babe She wanted things you never had And she made you happy Till she left you, sad
One evening I was thinkin' 'bout the babe And the memories she left behind Of the old ball game Shame of it is, they're almost gone But there are still a few pieces I can recall
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