IT WAS 53 YEARS AGO TODAY
GEORGE BOUGHT THE YANKEES TO PLAY
NOW THEY'VE REALLY GONE OUT OF STYLE
NEVER AGAIN TO RAISE A SMILE
SO MAY I INTRODUCE TO YOU
THE FACT YOU'VE KNOWN THESE PAST FEW YEARS
HAL STEINBRENNER DROVE US ALL TO TEARS
Saturday, January 3, 2026
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What did you do when I rehired Boone?
Did you stand up and walk out on me?
Max out your cards
You'll watch all season long
Even if the shortstop is Volpe
Brian Cashman
Died in a church along with his manager
Nobody came
Steinbrenner wiping the germs from his hands after counting his dough
Now that they're dead, who will he get to give him a blow
Day after day,
Alone in the dugout stands the man
With the vacant stare, pulling starters way too soon.
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he’s just a fool,
And he never listens to reason,
But Boone on the hill
Sees the bullpen blowing leads again,
And the eyes in his head
See the playoffs slipping away again.
He’s a real clueless man,
Sitting in his GM land,
Making all his clueless plans
For the Yankees.
Doesn’t have a point of view,
Knows not what the hell to do,
World Series dreams are fading fast,
Thanks to trades from the distant past
Hey Hal, don’t hold it back,
The fans are tired of watching losing,
The minute you sign a real free agent
Then you can start to make us winning
Hey Hal, don’t be so cheap,
Take a sad team and make it better.
Remember to open up the wallet,
Or the Yankees won’t ever get better.
Better better better better
Hal Hal Hal Hal Hal Hal Hal,
Hal Hal, spend some cash!
Hal Hal Hal Hal Hal Hal Hal,
Hal Hal, sign a star!
Hal Hal Hal Hal Hal Hal Hal,
Hal Hal, stop being cheap!
Hal Hal Hal Hal Hal Hal Hal,
Hal Hal, open the vault, Hal!
Hal Hal Hal Hal Hal Hal Hal,
Hal Hal, or we’ll boo forever!
Hal Hal Hal Hal Hal Hal Hal
Love these - keep 'em coming.
Yesterday,
George was spending like the world wouldn’t end,
Now Hal counts every penny he won’t spend,
Oh, why’d we lose our yesterday? Suddenly,
There’s no big free agents on the way for me,
We’re stuck with bargains that can’t even hit .230,
Oh, payroll cuts came suddenly. Why he had to be so cheap, I don’t know, he wouldn’t say,
I guess saving luxury tax is the Yankee way…
How I long for yesterday
I read the post today, oh boy,
Four thousand holes in the Yankees infield.
And though the holes were rather small,
They had to count them all,
Now they know how many hits it takes to fill Yankee Stadium.
I saw a game last night, oh boy,
The infield played like they were half asleep,
A grounder went straight through Volpe’s legs,
And Boone just scratched his head—
He’d love to turn you oooooon.
I look at the team and I see it’s dying,
I look at the field and I notice it’s turning,
With every mistake, still nobody’s learning,
While Yankees fans gently weep.
I look at the infield, the holes are glaring,
I look at the lineup, the bats aren’t scaring,
The fix is right in front of us, but no one’s caring,
While Yankees fans gently weep.
I don’t know why nobody told you
How to fix a broken team,
I don’t know why anyone believes in
Cashman’s prospect dream.
They don't hit strikes hard when the bullpen implodes,
The team just get worse when the front office reloads
With another washed-up arm nobody knows…
While Yankees fans gently weep.
In Penny Pincher Lane there is a owner counting every dime,
He’s got a calculator in his hand and a luxury tax line.
We see him every winter when the free agents come around,
But Hal just shakes his head and turns them down.
Penny Pincher Lane is in my ears and in my eyes,
There behind the payroll cap a summer slump arises.
And though the fans are screaming for a star to sign today,
He stays in Penny Pincher Lane.
In Penny Pincher Lane there is a GM showing photographs
Of every prospect that he’s traded while the roster falls apart.
He keeps the veterans for kids who’ll never play,
And all the fans just sigh and turn away.
On the corner is a bullpen that is blowing every game,
The pitcher is shaking and he’s serving up a four-seam flame.
Meanwhile back in Penny Pincher Lane the owner’s sipping tea,
Happy saving thirty million on a spree.
Penny Pincher Lane is in my ears and in my eyes,
A three-hundred-million payroll but it’s full of alibis.
Meanwhile back… Penny Pincher Lane, the fans are getting soaked beneath the blue suburban skies,
They sit and watch the losses multiply.
Penny Pincher Lane…
Hal is a Concept by which we measure our pain
I'll say it again
Hal is a Concept by which we measure our pain
I don't believe in aura
I don't believe in mystique
I don't believe in standings
I don't believe in the bronx
I don't believe in cleveland
I don't believe in houston
I don't believe in dodgers
I don't believe in boston
I don't believe in mets
I don't believe in blue jays
I don't believe in yogi
I don't believe in casey
I don't believe in jeter
I don't believe in koufax
I don't believe in yankees
I just believe in me, this blog and me, and that's reality
The dream is over
What can I say?
The dream is over
Yesterday
I was a big fan
But now I'm reborn
I was the pundit
But now I'm just bit
And so, dear friends,
You'll just have to carry on
The dream is over
Yes it is
Give Peace a Vance
Number nine...number nine...number nine...
It was 2008 which the Yankee fans know
That Cheapskate Hal too over
He kissed the ass of Geniuas Cashman
The beginning of when the Yankees started to blow
Fat Randy and Looney Lon
Hal pocketed alot of the profits
Whined about how hard it was to operate the Yankees
The start of the Yankees con
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