Mickey Mantle Songtext

by Tony Sciuto Hey there, looka here, check it out, young, strong, intelligent, and I know the field and what it's all about, and all I wanna do is scream and shout it to the world. Na na na na na na na, hey-ey, na na na na na na na ... Hey man, understand, I'm a loaded gun, Jack Swing, tobacco king, World series, ring and wearin' number one, and all I wanna be is M.V.P. with sixtytwo homeruns. Na na na na na na na ... Mickey Mantle, who will save you now ? The bases are loaded and there's no one out, and I've never been a man to gamble, but I bet, you better look out, Mickey Mantle. Hey na na na na na na na, hey-ey, na na na na na na na ... Fast pitch, quick rich, on a cereal box, but what's this, boo hiss, for sellin' autographs, and losin' with the sox, bouncin' from the bench to triple a and headed for the rocks. Yeah, na na na na na na na ... Mickey Mantle, can you see me now, I'm out here swinging but I can't see the fences for the clouds, it's hard to grib that bat handle, but I wanna be just like you, Mickey Mantle. Hey na na na na na na na, hey-ey, na na na na na na na ... The seasons gone, retire of sides, this game of time is slippin' through my fingers, right before my eyes, the roads are gettin' longer, the harder I try, the harder I try ... - guitar solo - Mickey Mantle, you can save me now, life's been low and outside and all the long ones always go foul, guess I never held a candle, but you'll always shine a light on me, Mickey Mantle. Hey na na na na na na na, hey-ey, na na na na na na na ... Hey na na na na na na na, hey-ey, na na na na na na na ... Hey na na na na na na na, hey-ey, na na na na na na na ... Hey na na na na na na na, hey-ey, na na na na na na na ...