Once upon a time there was a ballpark
where we used to raise a flag or two.
Remember how we beat the Yanks and Red Sox.
We'd wear the green and gold and make them blue.

Those were the A's, my friend, on them we could depend.
We'd swing and hit, and balls would fly away.
We'd pitch and bring the news, our team would never lose.
For we were young, and sure to have our way.

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Years went by and then we lost free agents.
We lost a lot of games along the way.
Then came all those speeders and Bash Brothers.
We'd smile at one another and we'd say:

Those were the A's, my friend, on them we could depend.
We'd swing and hit, and balls would fly away.
We'd pitch and bring the news, our team would never lose.
Those were the A's, oh yes, those were the A's.

Da da da da, da da, da da da da, da da
da da da da, da da da da da da.

Yesterday, I'm at the Coliseum.
Nothing seems to be the same old way.
We don't have no Reggie and no Catfish.
No Rickey, Eck, Big Mac, and no Jose.

Those were the A's, my friend, on them we could depend.
We'd swing and hit, and balls would fly away.
We'd pitch and bring the news, our team would never lose.
Those were the A's, oh yes, those were the A's.

Da da da da, da da, da da da da, da da
da da da da, da da da da da da.

On the field, there came familiar laughter.
Zito said, "Hey, you came here, dude, thanks."
Oh, my team, we're older, but no wiser
for Jason Giambi is on the Yanks.

Those were the A's, my friend, on them we could depend.
We'd swing and hit, and balls would fly away.
We'd pitch and bring the news, our team would never lose.
Those were the A's, oh yes, those were the A's.

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