All the sailors and their seasick mamasnHear the sirens on the shorenSinging songs for pimps with tailorsnWho charge ten dollars at the doornnAnd you can really learn a lot that waynIt will change you in the middle of the daynThough your confidence may be shatterednIt doesn't matternnAll the great explorers nare now in granite laidnUnder white sheets for the great unveilingnAt the big paradennAll the bushleague battersnAre left to die on the diamondnAnd ln the stands the home crowd scattersnFor the turnstiles