Lefty’s in the minors, got his shoulder packed in ice

He’s trying to hang on there against all that good advice

Used to throw that sinker but that sinkerball went south

And then they started calling him for going to his mouth

Lefty holds the record for most strike-outs in a game

Once upon a time he really threw a ball of flame

Some wish he’d gone gracefully when his time finally came

They put Lefty on waivers but nobody laid a claim

It’s a Godalmighty shame - he got too old to play the game

Where he made himself a name - and they call him Lefty

Lefty wore the pinstripes for a good number of years

The bleacher bums all loved him - they were tanked up with their beer

He used to throw that heater, but the radar does not lie

And now when Lefty lays one up there you can kiss that thing goodbye

It’s a Godalmighty shame - he got too old to play the game

Where he made himself a name - and they call him Lefty

Now they’re calling him from Cooperstown - out on the bullpen phone

Some little field in Bumfolk where the grass is overgrown

It’s the bottom of the 7th and a runner just got on

And they’re calling for a lefty...but Lefty’s not the one

There’s a capital “L” in Lefty, so say it with respect

He’s Senor Lefty down in Mexico & he’s Lefty in Quebec

He could smoke you, he could fool you, throw a curve around your neck

He could paint one on the corners, he could fill the upper deck

It’s a Godalmighty shame - he got too old to play the game

Where he made himself a name - and they call him Lefty