Catchers Drummers Anchormen - Lyrics - Eddie From Ohio

In ’75, oh, what a beautiful sight the flight of a spalding on an october night the iron man fisk hit a prayer in the air and with the wave of his arms he kept it fair and with the wave of his arms he kept it fair now it’s ’93, and wouldn’t you know they gave him his streak then they let him go oh, the catchers the drummers and the anchormen the most dependable joes that ever been they squat at the plate and don’t seem to mind they don’t play the notes but they keep the time they give all their heart to holding the line you never hear these guys say when catchers drummers anchormen during lunch there’s a vendor in the park taps the day away and heads home by dark said he played the skins in a motown band at the newport jazz shook buddy’s hand at the newport jazz shook buddy’s hand now he says he hears his songs all the time but the way they signed ‘em then he don’t see a dime CHORUS everyone knows a catcher doin’ good and we each have a drummer in the neighborhood they’re the silent support they’re the odd men out they’re the anchoring point you don’t hear about In ’75, oh, what a beautiful sight the flight of a spalding on an october night the iron man fisk hit a prayer in the air and with the wave of his arms he kept it fair and with the wave of his arms CHORUS