Making your way in the game today takes lots and lots of dough.
Taking a break from all of your losing sure would help, you know.
Now it looks like you'll go away.

All of those nights under your dome's lights
your teammates sure to fail.
And Commissioner Selig just ain't answering your mail.
And your third base prospect didn't show.

Sometimes you wanna go, 'cause there, nobody sees your game.
And you count the ones who came.
Eight thousand three hundred you see
the ones here last night, the same.
You wanna go, 'cause nobody sees your game.

Roll out of bed, Pennant chance is dead.
You don't got TV rights.
Montreal loves hockey, maybe you could stage some fights.
But baseball players fight like girls.

But when the Maple Leaf's unfurled out there, nobody sees your game.
For the Fleur-de-lis, a shame.
You've been told before, the Potomac shore will be a home far less lame.
You wanna go, 'cause nobody sees your game.