[Chorus]
Hit a long one Babe, we came to see you hit one out
Send it over the billboards, give the boys in the bleachers something to shout
A crack of the bat and the game is saved
Swing for the fence, hit a home run Babe

Sides of ribs and barrels of beer, silk underwear and fancy cars
You used to be a poor boy, now you're smoking Cuban cigars
Up all night raising hell, but each game you come to play
They're calling you greater than the Georgia Peach
He's an old man anyway

The Times are selling headlines and the vendors Babe Ruth shirts
Six hundred fifty homers, they still want their moneys worth
Each game needs a hero and you still need the cheers
So you switch to a lighter bat and raise your bet against the years

But I hear the brass are talking, they're saying that you're through
Gonna send you back to Boston, 'cause they got no place for you
The Yankees roll without him, another legend pulls up lame
Now you're an old man in a young man's game

[Repeat Chorus]

The money ain't the thing, it's the time on your hands
When you're playing golf for the Florida sun-tan
Can't take the world serious, 'cause it's always been for laughs
Can't hit the fence in exhibition games so you just sign autographs

The Babe steps out to home plate, his bat is now a cane
Wearing baggy pin-stripes and shivering in the rain
When he tipped his hat to right field, on the steps of the dug-out
You shoulda heard them boys in the bleachers shout

[Repeat Chorus]

© 1986 by Chris Jolliphe