(instrumental opening)

He can sign you a prospect, sign free agent guys.
If he says it will work, it's just casual lies.
He lets Boone take the heat, what he wants you to see.
He hides like a child, but he's always the Cashman to me.

He's supposed to find players who'd fit in as a Yankee.
If you ask for the truth, I'd say he makes me cranky.
I just can't forgive his incompetency.
He steals all our hopes, and he's always the Cashman to me.

Oh, he takes care of himself.
He can do what he wants
under rule of Hal Stein.
Oh, and he never gives up
and he never gives win
and it's breaking my mind.

He promises more than the Garden of Eden
But if you look at the garden, it needs lots of weedin'.
He should be convicted, murder first degree
of the Yankee Tradition, he's always the Cashman to me.

(hums)

Oh, deflects blame from himself.
Won't give us what we want
and fails time after time.
Oh, and he'll never get out.
He's got Hal's protection.
Never changes his line.

Some seasons seem kind, but they always end cruel.
But he can do as he pleases and takes us for fool.
He should be convicted, murder first degree.
And the most he's been doin' is proppin' up Boone
and he's always the Cashman to me.

(closing hum)