From the recording Return to Americana
Lyrics
Written by: Mark Brine
1. Baseball Benny ... he was goin’ crazy ... he didn’t know what t’ doWhen the baseball strike was goin’ on ... he was really losin’ his coolBitin’ his nails ‘n when all-else failied ... you’d find him at a little league gameUp in the bleachers...squintin’ his features like an addict withdrawing in pain
2. But now that the call is to play ball ... even tho, he’s a fanatical fanHe’s feelin’ betrayed but what can ya say ... I guess, the little guy gets it again Still, Benny’s a sport...he’s just that sort ...hangin’ in there just like an old proBuyin’ his ticket ‘stead’a tellin’ ‘em t’ stick it...ain’t that always the way it goes
Chorus: Baseball Benny ... (Baseball Benny) was climbin’ the stadium wallsBut Baseball Benny (Baseball Benny) je’s feelin’ just like he’s been thrown a super curve ball
3. Take me out to the ballgame, why that was Benny’s favorite songHe’d sing it, he’d hum it, he’d whistle, he’d work t’ it, it kept him keepin’ onBut now h don’t know what he’s feelin’ ... you could say he’s a little confused 'cause, more ‘n more it’s (been) soundin’ like the take-me-out-t’-the ballgame blues©1988 Miss Rebecca Music (ASCAP)