"Please come to Boston for the springtime.
I looked inside Manny's head, and he's got lots of room.
And you can wear your Pinstripes in the ballpark
and there's a cafe where I hope to be drinking soon.

Please come to Boston."
She said, "No.
Would you come home to me?"

And she said
"Hey, Yankee Fan, why don't you settle down?
Boston ain't your kind of town.
They won't like you, and there ain't nobody like me.

I'm the Number 1 fan of the man from N.Y.C."

"Please come to Tampa when the temps fall.
We'll walk into the stadium with the cozy dome.
The Rays will never last until September.
And we can easily get tickets and make ourselves at home.

Please come to Tampa."
She said, "No.
Boy, would you come home to me?"

And she said
"Hey, Yankee Fan, why don't you settle down?
Tampa ain't your kind of town.
I don't like domes, and there ain't nobody like me.

I'm the Number 1 fan of the man from N.Y.C."

Now, this baseball world goes 'round and 'round
and I doubt if it's ever gonna stop.
But of the major leaguing towns
there's one that I still got.
I'll be getting cranky
if I don't rejoin the Yankees.

"Please come out to Queens to live forever.
The rents are cheaper and the new park looks like Ebbets Field.
I got me some seats that look out over the scoreboard
and while I used to hate blue and orange, I guess I just might yield.

Please come out to Queens."
She just said, "No!
Boy, won't you come home to me?"

And she said
"Hey, Yankee Fan, why don't you settle down?
Flushing ain't your side of town.
They're all Met fans, and they ain't smart and cute like me!

Aw, no.
I'm the Number 1 fan of the man from N.Y.C."

She's the Number 1 fan of the man from N.Y.C.!