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I've seen the lights go out here at Shea.
They flicker, then they dim real low.
Life goes on beyond the Throgs Neck Bridge.
I hope my Cadillac gets over Triborough.

The Dodgers, they once played in Brooklyn.
In Harlem, Giants gave a show.
The Mets, their power down.
They crashed into the ground.
Another chance, they're gonna blow!
Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa...

I've seen the Mets strike out here at Shea.
I saw the ruins at my feet.
You know they almost didn't notice it.
They see it all the time
because they're always beat.

They burned their bridge with Willie Randolph.
Their fans don't want him anymore.
The flames were everywhere.
But Randolph didn't care.
He'd seen Steinbrenner burn before!
Oh-whoa...
Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa...

I've seen the Mets lie down here at Shea.
Saw David Wright's average fall.
Billy Wagner, a victim of some battery.
Beltran took third strike, he never swung at all.

They called some prospects up from Norfolk.
They'll watch the Yankees play for free.
They went to Queens to play.
The bowed The Bronx's way.
And saw the Series on TV!
Oh-whoa...
Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa...

You know those lights were once bright at Shea.
But that was so many years ago.
They now lose to Washington and Florida.
Even the Mafia don't feel safe there, you know.

There are not many who remember.
They say a handful, cats and chicks...
They tell the world about
before the lights went out.
They haven't won since eighty-six...

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