Monday, March 25, 2013

Yankees to MLB: "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free."

Lyrics by Neil Diamond
Inspiration by Brian Cashman
Moment by Vernon Wells

We've been travelling far
Without a home
But not without a star

Only want to be free
We huddle close
Hang on to a dream

On the boats and on the planes
They're coming to America!
Never looking back again
They're coming to America!

Home, don't it seem so far away
Oh, we're travelling light today
In the eye of the storm
In the eye of the storm

Home, to a new and a shiny place
Make our bed, and we'll say our grace
Freedom's light burning warm
Freedom's light burning warm

Everywhere around the world
They're coming to America
Every time that flag's unfurled
They're coming to America

They're coming to America
They're coming to America
They're coming to America
They're coming to America
Today, today, today, today, today!

My country 'tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty
Of thee I sing
Of thee I sing!




Vernon Wells, Yankee outfielder said...

Baseball has been very, very good to me.

Robinson Cano said...

I think maybe I play better if you write a nice song about the Dominican Republic.

Anonymous said...

Don't you understand? George might have been a soft hearted republican, but Hank and Hal take their orders from Obama... And right now, the orders are to hide record high unemployment by loosening the requirements to claim disability. It's all here in this article I found on Drudge...

Bobby Valentine said...

You're damned right. Blame it on that Obama fella. That's why I am going to be a superintendent of mandatory workshops for the able poor here in Massachusetts. Bust them rocks, bust the welfare rolls. And now I would like to introduce my able assistant, Ubermarshall Curt Schilling.

Hal Steinbrenner said...

Duque, exactly where is this stadium in the Cayman Islands located? Does it have luxury boxes?

el duque said...

It is a mythical place, where all the seats are luxury boxes, and nobody pays luxury taxes.