With all due respect to Elton John and Bernie Taupin and to Michael Silver who does this much better, Thursday's Met box score prompted this song to the tune of one of Elton John's greatest hits.
Apologies in advance to those of you who wanted the Mets to win...
Livan wears his war wound like a crown
He calls his sib, Orlando
`Cause his daddy is the same
But they don't pitch the same on the mound
Livan, Livan likes his money
He makes a lot they say
Spends his days pitching
While the batters always swing away
He was born a Cuban under Castro on a sunny day
But the New York Times said his fastball's dead
And the rout's begun
Hernandez laid another egg today
And he shall be Livan
And he shall be a good man
And he shall be Livan
In tradition with the family plan
And he shall be Livan
And he shall be a good man
He shall be Livan
Livan throws cartoon balloons in town
Yet somehow his career survives
Orlando still wishes he was pitching
Sits in the stands and wonders why
And Orlando, he wants to go to Citi
Leaving Livan far behind
Take the mound and go sailing
While Livan, Livan's fastball dies
He was born a Cuban under Castro on a sunny day
But the New York Times said his fastball's dead
And the rout's begun
Hernandez laid another egg today
And he shall be Livan
And he shall be a good man
And he shall be Livan
In tradition with the family plan
And he shall be Livan
And he shall be a good man
He shall be Livan
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