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Murphy Man
(To the tune of Piano Man)

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It's an evening game on a Saturday
The 7 train crowd shuffles in
There's an old fan sitting next to me
Watching plays, and he's feeling chagrined.

He says "Son, I come here for the memories
I don't expect much how it goes
But I saw Mets compete, and it's like bittersweet
That's such a long time since that glow."

La-la-la, de-de-da-da
La-la, de-de-da-da-da

Bring us the old days with Murphy Man
Bring us a team that's right
Well, we're all in the mood for a champion
And Fred gives us nothing in sight

There's John selling dogs, he's a friend of mine
He tosses me one for free
He calls Wilpon a joke, wishes he'll end up broke
Signing players we'd rather not see

He says "Hey I see things that are killing me
Like Mike looking odd at first base
Making money like many a movie star
But he's a 10-5 and might stay

Bring us the old days with Murphy Man
Bring us a team that's right
Well, we're all in the mood for a champion
And Fred gives us nothing in sight

Now Fred spins Duquette like a novelist
Steve Phillips once gave him advice
But at least we have David, our new young third baseman
And hope he will be there for life.

But now baseball is nothing but politics
And the game has no heart of it's own
Yes they're making some trades they call good for us
But remember they brought us Mo Vaughn.

Oh, la-la-la, de-de-da-da
La-la, de-de-da-da-da

Bring us the old days with Murphy Man
Bring us a team that's right
Well, we're all in the mood for a champion
And Fred gives us nothing in sight

Shea had really good crowds on a Saturday
But the manager was not Art Howe
Cause Art knows is not he who they're coming to see
They come hoping he's soon out of town

And the speakers announcing Mike Cameron
While his feats with the glove are unclear
Some fans flee to the bar, where they smoke their cigars
And they wonder what they're doing here.

Oh, la-la-la, de-de-da-da
La-la, de-de-da-da-da

Bring us the old days with Murphy Man
Bring us a team that's right
Well, we're all in the mood for a champion
And Fred gives us nothing in sight

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September 6, 2004: As of the date this was written, the Mets had lost 14 of their last 15 games. Nobody has been performing except recently called-up rookie, David Wright. The free fall seems to have come shortly after the passing of their legendary broadcaster, Bob Murphy. My friend Sylvia came up with this marvelous tune to Billy Joel's Piano Man to lament the Mets' plight, and I am honored that she allowed me to post it on my site.

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