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When I played ball, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
A miracle, oh I was physical, magical.
And all the fans in the seats, well they'd be cheering so happily,
Joyfully, boozily watching me.
But now I manage the team and I have to be sensible,
Logical, acceptable, tactical.
And I live in a world where I must be analytical,
clinical, motivational, cynical.
There are times when all the world's asleep,
I have to think so deep
And come up with a plan.
And I take the lessons that I've learned
So my team won't be burned
And so I won't be canned.
Now watch how you play or they'll be calling you unteachable,
Criminal, despicable, imbecile.
They'll be cursing your name, when they speak to the talk show hosts
On radio, and in the aisles at the stadium.
(musical interlude with wind instruments)
At night, when all the world's asleep,
I have to think so deep
And come up with a plan.
And I take the lessons that I've learned
So my team won't be burned
And so I won't be canned.
Won't be canned
Won't be canned
Won't be canned
(long instrumental finish and fade)
September 11, 2003: This song was the result of a discussion among fans about the best or most necessary qualities a manager could have. And my friend, Syl, encouraged me to write this song.