All the sailors with their seasick mamas   Hear the sirens on the shore   They're singin' songs for pimps with tailors   Who charge ten dollars at the door      And you can really learn a lot that way   It will change you in the middle of the day   Though your confidence may be shattered   It doesn't matter      And all the great explorers   Are now in granite laid   Under white sheets for the great unveiling   At the big parade      And you can really learn a lot that way   It will change you in the middle of the day   Though your confidence, it may be shattered   It doesn't matter      And all the bush league batters   Are left to die on the diamond   And in the stands the home crowd scatters   For the turnstiles      For the turnstiles   For the turnstiles   For the turnstiles