In ’75, oh, what a beautiful sight   the flight of a spalding on an october night   the iron man fisk hit a prayer in the air   and with the wave of his arms   he kept it fair   and with the wave of his arms he kept it fair      now it’s ’93, and wouldn’t you know   they gave him his streak then they let him go      oh, the catchers the drummers   and the anchormen   the most dependable joes that ever been   they squat at the plate   and don’t seem to mind   they don’t play the notes   but they keep the time   they give all their heart to holding the line   you never hear these guys say when   catchers drummers anchormen      during lunch there’s a vendor in the park   taps the day away and heads home by dark   said he played the skins in a motown band   at the newport jazz shook buddy’s hand   at the newport jazz shook buddy’s hand   now he says he hears his songs all the time   but the way they signed ‘em   then he don’t see a dime      CHORUS      everyone knows a catcher doin’ good   and we each have a drummer   in the neighborhood   they’re the silent support   they’re the odd men out   they’re the anchoring point   you don’t hear about      In ’75, oh, what a beautiful sight   the flight of a spalding on an october night   the iron man fisk hit a prayer in the air   and with the wave of his arms   he kept it fair   and with the wave of his arms      CHORUS