• Artist: Botanica
  • Title: Billy Martin's Requiem
  • Genre: Rock - Alternative Pop, Pop - Alternative Pop
  • Mood: Laid Back/Groovy, Quirky/Wacky/Silly
  • Speed: Medium (78-95)
  • Instruments: Real Drums/Drum Kit, Acoustic Guitar (Guitar, Banjo, Mandolin), Strings, Bass, Keyboards/Organs
  • Track type: Lyric - Full Length
  • Date added: 4/19/2012
  • Lyric themes: Storytelling, City, Style, Change, Reminiscing, Alcohol
  • Lyrics: If nostalgia be depression then I guess I better dial 1-800-MISERY ‘Cause I’m haunted by what shoulda been, What coulda been, what ain’t, What is and what I wished that it could be- Hey what about them Yankees, They really need a pitcher And ain’t it sad Joe Torre had to go With a hound dog face behind thousand dollar shades The games incognito anyhow Ya know I still miss Billy Martin That's a guy who knew the sporting life Shame his drunken car went veering off the road Man them Yankees were on fire As the Bronx burnt down around ‘em Back when men were men And gals were men as well And Jeeze I was in Heaven as The 4 train passed the stadium Painted up to go downtown And play in Hell. No they don't make ‘em like Billy anymore No they don't make ‘em like Billy anymore They were ten deep at St. Patrick's Just to get a glimpse of casket (And) cheer Billy onto glory one last time, And you don't need to be a fan To recognize a mensch a man Who didn't give a damn about the rules But if you’re gonna hit the bars Better not to take the car No they don't make ‘em like Billy anymore No they don't make ‘em like Billy anymore I still do miss Sylvester with his high pitched call to glamour ‘Cause indeed he made me feel so mighty real In my silver wig and feathers Like a subway Lana Turner Waiting to be discovered on the IRT But God loves fools and little girls And led me to the river, to the West Side by the Hudson at the piers Where a thousand men in leather Were dancing all together And the beat when on forever Or so we thought How were we to know That in a few years time (that the dance floor would be empty And that we lose so very many to a war, And though it hurts like hell too say it He was only one of millions No they don't make ‘em like Sylvester anymore They don't make ‘em like Sylvester anymore No they don't make ‘em like Billy anymore No they don't make ‘em like that anymore
  • Keywords: Bass
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