Catchers Drummers Anchormen

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