(One, two, three, four) The Long Season was a first Can't remember if I read it But now I've lost all track of time Can't remember if I said it Cap flew right off my head Back when I threw real hard Won two in the 64 series It's right there, on the back of a bubblegum card Three nails in the seam, that's what kept me going One summer in Sicks Field Scribbling more than throwing Happy when the wind was blowing in 64 and 64 No room for disillusion 64 and 64 You win some and you lose 'em I wasn't quite a writer Yankees weren't big readers Men or overgrown teenagers Night-hunting for beaver Loafers, scufflers and hicks Hungover greenie eaters Good ballplayers too, bad swingers and wife-cheaters Wearing old beat-up wife-beaters 64 and 64 Memories in the confusion 64 and 64 You win some and you lose 'em Kuhn said I was a bad guy, well, I was in the Long Goodbye Ended up in a Mexican pool, shot dead by Elliot Gould Shot dead by Elliot Gould, shot dead by Elliot Gould Shot dead by Elliot Gould Some called me a social leper My teammates were pretty pissed And my wife wrote her own tell-all Kept mine on the best sellers' list It's the same old story Arm goes, body follows I can't play scrabble anymore When the mind goes hollow, when the mind goes hollow 64 and 64 Memory is an illusion 64 and 64 You win some and you lose 'em Oh, oh, you win some And you lose some Oh, oh, you win some And you lose 'em