HEY JETER

Living in the city the streets are cold and dank

every joker on the block wants to pull your crank

times are tough, and if you wanna get by

you gotta keep it cool and never get too high

when you find yourself alone and you think you're full of doubt

keep your head in the game and shout it out

HEY JETER, HEY JETER, HEY JETER, HEY JETER

George made him the captain many years ago

So Hank and Hal could bask in his glow

Their ace is on the mound, number 2 is at the plate

they try to jamb him inside, but his swing is never late

the ball rockets up the middle, 2 runs score

he's standing on third as the stadium roars

HEY JETER, HEY JETER, HEY JETER, HEY JETER

Now he lives in New York City the IRS has found

Proud to pay his tax, stay on city ground

he don't keep no stats, don't need a battin crown

Just has the Yankees win to make Beantown frown

when he gets to the park, he wears his jersey with class

all the people in the stands want to scream en mass

HEY JETER, HEY JETER, HEY JETER, HEY JETER

He's got Mickey Mantle's looks and DiMaggio's style

When he goes to Fenway Park he makes your girlfriend smile

He's won so many rings, it makes his fingers numb

When he wins one more he gonna wear it on his thumb

Now he takes the field, you can't see his name

then he dives in the hole and all the fans exclaim

HEY JETER, HEY JETER, HEY JETER, HEY JETER

lyrics, c 2008 Anthony DeLuca