| Message | Dick Allen -- Superstar (to the music of "Jesus Christ Superstar"
Every time I think of you I don't understand Why you didn't obey rules and be a yes-man. You'd have surely made the Hall and I'd have been glad, But you went and blew it all by making the bosses mad. Tell me why you quit the Sox in Seventy-four. Ain't it true that you could rock the fences some more?
Dick Allen, Dick Allen How'd you have nerve to be your own man? Dick Allen, Dick Allen How'd you have nerve to be your own man? Dick Allen, Superstar You're the best, real fans know you are. Dick Allen, Superstar You're the best, real fans know you are.
Tell me what you think about your friends at the top, 'Bout the others who could clout, who pitchers could not stop. Were Gerghig, Williams, and Mel Ott as great as you are? Could Babe Ruth really call his shots or was that just P.R.? Could any of them swing a bat of forty ounce wood? Or were you the only human that sucessfully could?
Dick Allen, Dick Allen How'd you have nerve to be your own man? Dick Allen, Dick Allen How'd you have nerve to be your own man? Dick Allen, Superstar You're the best, real fans know you are. Dick Allen, Superstar You're the best, real fans know you are.
Written in Chicago, 1977. |