A tradition has been broken
As the virus rages on
Empty seats in empty ballparks
Now the game is dead and gone

From the lot across the highway
You can hear the cars go round
Empty seats at empty racetracks
No spectator must be found

On the TV in the corner
Could a season be reborn?
Vacant rows, no voices ringing
And I hear nothing now
The very cheers that they would shout
Became the sound of silence
In this lonely stadium, forlorn

Oh, you fans, you fans, now will you
Wash the car or mow the lawn?
While the games can't be attended
The pandemic must go on

Phantom fans on the FOX network
Fake reactions to the score
They can do it with computers
They don't need us anymore

Oh, my friends, my friends
Don't ask what this grotesque charade is for
Empty seats in empty ballparks
Where the teams will play. Ignore!