A Sight For Sore Eyes

Lyrics

A sight for sore eyes, it's a long time no see  
Workin' hard hardly workin', hey man, you know me  
Water under the bridge, tin are made of full, did you see my car?  
Well, it's bought and it's payed for, parked outside of the bar  
  
And hey barkeep, what's keepin' you, keep poorin' drinks  
For all these palookas, hey, you know what I thinks  
That we toast to the old days and DiMaggio too  
And old Drysdale and Mantle, Whitey Ford and to you  
  
Oh, you know, the old gang ain't around, everyone has left town  
'Cept for Thumm and Giardina, said they just might be down  
Oh, half drunk all the time and I'm all drunk the rest  
Yeah, Monk's still the champion, oh but I am the best  
  
And hey barkeep, what's keepin' you, keep poorin' drinks  
For all these palookas, hey you know what I thinks  
That we toast to the old days and DiMaggio too  
And old Drysdale and Mantle, Whitey Ford and to you  
  
Guess you heard about Nash, he was killed in a crash  
Oh, that must have been two or three years ago now  
Yeah, he spun out and he rolled, he hit a telephone pole  
And he died with the radio on  
  
No, she's married, with a kid, finally split up with Sid  
He's up North for a nickel's worth for armed robbery  
And I'll play you some pinball, no you ain't got a chance  
Then go on over and ask her to dance  
  
And hey barkeep, what's keepin' you, keep po0rin' drinks  
For all these palookas, hey you know what I thinks  
That we toast to the old days and DiMaggio too  
And Drysdale and Mantle, Whitey Ford and to you