Hello, Nomar G.
Looks like you weren't washed up at all.
You had the chance to raise yourself
to All-Star level baseball.
You're showing us good glovework
and the pitchers, you've caused pain.
No more just "Mr. Mia Hamm"
you have restored your good name.

And it seems to me you've fixed your life
and you can still play to win
never knowing it would be as a
West Coast first baseman.

And I would've liked to have been the
one to have predicted.
Your candle took a while off
but your legend never did.

Wrigley Field was tough.
The toughest park you ever played.
Hollywood, now, you're a superstar
but in Chicago, a price you paid.

In the sun you fried
and the press, it hounded you.
Tribune and Sun-Times, they'd say
that Nomar doesn't have a clue.

And it seems to me you've fixed your life
and you can still play to win
never knowing it would be as a
West Coast first baseman.

And I would've liked to have been the
one to have predicted.
Your candle took a while off
but your legend never did.

Good job, Nomar G.
Why did I give up on you at all?
It's such disgrace upon myself
for all the names I called.

Good job, Nomar G.
It's good to see you back up on your toes.
We see you as more than a could've-been.
Where you'll go now, heaven nose?

And it seems to me you've fixed your life
and you can still play to win
never knowing it would be as a
West Coast first baseman.

And I would've liked to have been the
one to have predicted.
Your candle took a while off
but your legend never did.

Your candle took a while off
but your legend never did.