DiMaggio Lyrics

If I were to scream, would you hear me?

And if you heard, would you be listening?

Shameless how I gush, but you'd believe me

If just for once, the coach would put me in

1,2,3,4

Hall of fame's

Pre-ordained

So why am I praying for it every day?

Shrine of cans

What's the plan?

Fanatic doomed to never leave the stands

Gunning for the ice 'cause I just can't wait

I don't even have hockey skates

Running for the field like I'm armor-clad

I don't even have shoulder pads

No glove, no bat, no ball to throw

But I still feel like Joltin' Joe

DiMaggio

Every year it starts to feel less likely

This'll be my 1941

And my bravado is all I've got so

I'm knitting sweaters with the yarns I've spun, but they're not warm enough

Gunning for the ice 'cause I just can't wait

I don't even have hockey skates

Running for the field like I'm armor-clad

I don't even have shoulder pads

No glove, no bat, no ball to throw

But I still feel like Joltin' Joe

DiMaggio

Drunk and entitled

Enthusiasm remains unbridled

Pipe dreams

My steroids

They'll restore me and destroy me again, again, one more time

Gunning for the ice 'cause I just can't wait

I don't even have hockey skates

Running for the field like I'm armor-clad

I don't even have shoulder pads

No glove, no bat, no ball to throw

But I still feel like Joltin' Joe

DiMaggio

Now at the plate is DiMaggio

Now at the plate is DiMaggio

Now at the plate is DiMaggio

Now at the plate is DiMaggio

No wins, no hits, nothing to show

But I'm still the next DiMaggio

Amen