Doc Gooden

Wheels down in Seattle
Three years ago, in this town
They sent their best and brightest to me
I sent them all back down
Deluxe coach to the ballpark
There’s champagne on the snack trays
Summon up the spirit of a brighter time
Looked bad last week against the Blue Jays
When my name was everywhere
None of you were there
When my name was everywhere
Potholes in the parking lot
You feel the jolts a little harder every year
The bat boy hands out yellow slickers
It never stops raining out here
When my name was everywhere
None of you were there
When my name was everywhere
When the speedball would squeal
With the highlight reel
When the headline hype
Was on the front page in extra-large type
It was me, for all the world to see
Don’t call it a comeback
I’ve been here for years
Maximum respect to all the warriors
Who choose to fall down on their spears
When my name was everywhere
None of you were there
When my name was everywhere