Blame It On The NY Mets

courtesy of my sephardic cousin Eydie

I just lost Cliff when Pete caught my eye
Worn out by the Mets lookin' sad and shy
I fell into a trance, swaying' to and fro
Yet I never knew his arm would blow

Blame it on the NY Mets with their tragic spell
Blame it on the NY Mets that his arm would swell
Oh, it all began with just one little trance
But it's not my fault I could have known in advance
Blame it on NY Mets
And Warthen's spiteful love

(Now did my logic swoon?)
No, no, the NY Mets
(Or the stars above?)
No, no, the NY Mets
(Now was I a buffoon?)
Yeah, yeah, the NY Mets
And Warthen's spiteful love