More Yankee verse

To the tune of "Captain Fantastic and the Brown-Dirt Cowboy," sung by Elton John...


Courtesy of the Urban Farmer (Formerly Known as Dutch Fan.)

If you don't know the lyrics, just read it aloud and yell to the gathering clouds...

Master Fantastic and the Helmet Coiffed Suzyn
Master Fantastic, smooth and captivating
My night-time hero
The voice with its timbre so low
Very clearly a case for H, O and F fame
Maybe a grandstand in his name
At the home of the Yankees

And sleepless Dutch people
Lay drowsy on their pillows
No Morpheus rescue
Or bleeding Socks nightmares to fear for
For it's “hey Suzyn” “hey Sweeney”
Come with me to the Hebrew home
Buy some more Admiration
Go to Geico,
It is high, far and then as always
It is caught

Master Fantastic
Still keen and growing
Take me to Cleveland
I need you to guide me
To sooth and delight me, through the play offs
For with all of the game changers,
Foul balls and strike outs
I know you get me closer to
Playing in Houston
And the ‘17 upstart Bronx baby bombers
Are winning

For you make me feel I'm part of the deal
In my bed
Believe me or not, I don't really care if it's true what you said
We won't throw the towel in any game
I hear the Master and chant his name
Master Fantastic and the helmet coiffed Suzyn
Let us go all the way into LA

And all this talk of redsocks
Coming back to haunt us
Oh, couldn't fool you
You kept on spinning out them lines
Making up your rhymes
We are all so glorious at times
Euphorious, sublime
A hot shot down the line
From here on everything to gain
‘fore the cold November rain

For you make me feel I'm part of the deal
In my bed
Believe me or not, I don't really care if it's true what you said
We won't throw the towel in any game
I hear the Master and chant his name
Master Fantastic and the helmet coiffed Suzyn
Let us go all the way into LA