Catchers Drummers Anchormen

In '75, oh, what a beautiful sight
 the flight of a spalding on an october night
 the iron man fisk hit a prayer in the air
 and with the wave of his arms
 he kept it fair
 and with the wave of his arms he kept it fair
 now it's '93, and wouldn't you know
 they gave him his streak then they let him go
 oh, the catchers the drummers
 and the anchormen
 the most dependable joes that ever been
 they squat at the plate
 and don't seem to mind
 they don't play the notes
 but they keep the time
 they give all their heart to holding the line
 you never hear these guys say when
 catchers drummers anchormen
 during lunch there's a vendor in the park
 taps the day away and heads home by dark
 said he played the skins in a motown band
 at the newport jazz shook buddy's hand
 at the newport jazz shook buddy's hand
 now he says he hears his songs all the time
 but the way they signed 'em
 then he don't see a dime
 CHORUS
 everyone knows a catcher doin' good
 and we each have a drummer
 in the neighborhood
 they're the silent support
 they're the odd men out
 they're the anchoring point
 you don't hear about
 In '75, oh, what a beautiful sight
 the flight of a spalding on an october night
 the iron man fisk hit a prayer in the air
 and with the wave of his arms
 he kept it fair
 and with the wave of his arms
 CHORUS