We have one. It’s Bye Bye Baby.

did anyone else see Tony Bennet sing I Left my Heart(Wallet) in SF a few years ago probably circa 2001/2

Hate New York City
It’s cold and it’s damp
And all the people dressed like monkeys
Let’s leave Chicago to the Eskimos
That town’s a little bit too rugged
For you and me you bad girl

Rollin’ down the Imperial Highway
With a big nasty redhead at my side
Santa Ana winds blowin’ hot from the north
And we as born to ride

Roll down the window put down the top
Crank up the Beach Boys baby
Don’t let the music stop
We’re gonna ride it till we just can’t ride it no more

From the South Bay to the Valley
From the West Side to the East Side
Everybody’s very happy
’Cause the sun is shining all the time
Looks like another perfect day

I love L.A. (We love it)
I love L.A. (We love it)

…and I’m not at all sure they should, I would vote for “Centerfield”. John Fogerty is a Bay Area boy (East Bay, though, so there’s a danger he’s an A’s fan) and supposedly wrote the song after watching the 84 All-Star game at Candlestick. It’s one of the greatest baseball songs ever.

My second choice is anything not performed by Journey.

Xanadu by Rush.

To stand within the Pleasure Dome
Decreed by Kubla Khan
To taste anew the fruits of life
The last immortal man
To find the sacred river Alph
To walk the caves of ice
Oh, I will dine on honeydew
And drink the milk of Paradise

Clearly:
AT&T = Pleasure Dome
Kubla Khan = Barry
fruits of life = garlic fries
last immortal man = Wilie Mays
sacred river Alph = uhhh… the Cove, it’s kinda of estuary-like…
the caves of ice = clearly, a night game
honeydew = sheyboygan brat, with kraut
milk of paradise = anchor steam

XANADU!

no, the sweet caroline thing is annoying.

LET’S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS
TO DEFEAT THE BUMS
DID THEY SEND ME DAUGHTERS
WHEN I ASKED FOR SONS?

Hey, I know! How about “Who Let The Dogs Out?” It’s not like that song drove me insane during the 2000 season or anything.

I could see this turning out really, really badly.

But something by Barbara Manning and the SF Seals would be cool. Her Baseball Trilogy is a must have for any baseball/music fan. Who else would write a song about Doc Ellis’ no-hitter pitched while tripping balls?

Failing that the GD’s US Blues is a good choice.

“Lights” by Journey seems like a pretty good choice.

Lawrence Ferlinghetti, “Baseball Canto”

Watching baseball, sitting in the sun, eating popcorn,
reading Ezra Pound,
and wishing that Juan Marichal would hit a hole right through the
Anglo-Saxon tradition in the first Canto
and demolish the barbarian invaders.
When the San Francisco Giants take the field
and everybody stands up for the National Anthem,
with some Irish tenor’s voice piped over the loudspeakers,
with all the players struck dead in their places
and the white umpires like Irish cops in their black suits and little
black caps pressed over their hearts,
Standing straight and still like at some funeral of a blarney bartender,
and all facing east,
as if expecting some Great White Hope or the Founding Fathers to
appear on the horizon like 1066 or 1776.

But Willie Mays appears instead,
in the bottom of the first,
and a roar goes up as he clouts the first one into the sun and takes
off, like a footrunner from Thebes.
The ball is lost in the sun and maidens wail after him
as he keeps running through the Anglo-Saxon epic.
And Tito Fuentes comes up looking like a bullfighter
in his tight pants and small pointy shoes.
And the right field bleechers go mad with Chicanos and blacks
and Brooklyn beer-drinkers,
“Tito! Sock it to him, sweet Tito!”
And sweet Tito puts his foot in the bucket
and smacks one that don’t come back at all,
and flees around the bases
like he’s escaping from the United Fruit Company.
As the gringo dollar beats out the pound.
And sweet Tito beats it out like he’s beating out usury,
not to mention fascism and anti-semitism.
And Juan Marichal comes up,
and the Chicano bleechers go loco again,
as Juan belts the first ball out of sight,
and rounds first and keeps going
and rounds second and rounds third,
and keeps going and hits paydirt
to the roars of the grungy populace.
As some nut presses the backstage panic button
for the tape-recorded National Anthem again,
to save the situation.

But it don’t stop nobody this time,
in their revolution round the loaded white bases,
in this last of the great Anglo-Saxon epics,
in the territorio libre of Baseball.

Is this a little over the top?

Especially not Journey.
If anything, Get the Muni Driver by Sick Pleasure

Wow, I’m surprised no one’s mentioned San Francisco Nights.

Guess ya gotta be OLD to remember this one.

Foreplay/Long Time

It has been such a long time…

Why in the hell would we do anything to emulate the Red Sox or the Dodgers? bad idea.

Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight

Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
Off to never never land

I nominate “Too Drunk To Fuck” by the Dead Kennedys.

Got one chance,infiltrate them (the playoffs)
Get it right,terminate them (padres)
The panzers will,permeate them (rockies)
Break their pride,denigrate them (d’backs)
And their people,retrograde them (dodgers)
Typhus,detriate them (dodgers)
Epidemic,devastate them (dodgers)
Take no prisoners,cremate them (dodgers)