Mad Ruth / The Babe

One day I was thinkin' 'bout the Babe

And the memories he left behind of the old ball game

And the shame of it all is that they're almost gone

But there's still a few pieces I can recall

The catcher says to Ruth

"You know it's just a game

You win, you lose

But it's all the same"

And the Babe would turn and say

"You know, you're right

But I still love to play"

And Ruth she turns to me

And wonders where I am

And where I'd be if she didn't care

I return to Ruth to say

"You know I'd be all right

But I'd still love to play"

The pitcher throws at Ruth

He can't afford to miss

He held the ball

Like a stolen kiss

And the Babe just let it fly

And apologized like he'd hurt the guy

Mad Ruth just loves to bitch

She can afford to miss

She makes her deal

As you steal your kiss

And she never says goodbye

She really loves the game

She hardly knows the guy

Mad Ruth, you should have known the Babe

He loved the things he'd never had

And he made you happy

As he made you sad

Babe here in my head

Seems like he never left

I heard the news like someone deaf

It was 1948

He'd played a game

But he'd made it great

Mad Ruth sits on the couch

In someone else's room

"I win, oh, you lose

It's just a game," she'll say

You know, she's right

But I'd still love to play

Mad Ruth, you should have known the Babe

He loved the things he'd never had

And he made you happy

As he made you sad

Mad Ruth, you would have loved the Babe

She wanted things you'd never had

And she made you happy

'Til she left you sad

One evening I was thinkin' 'bout the babe

And the memories she left behind of the old ball game

And the shame of it all is that they're almost gone

But there's still a few pieces I can recall

Mad Ruth, you should have known the Babe