The Pecan Park Eagle

“Let’s Shake the Sandlot, Solly”
In humble dedication to the late Frank Sinatra
~ By Bill McCurdy

“Let’s Shake the Sandlot, Solly”

(The Song that Sinatra Didn’t live to Sing)

By Bill McCurdy © 2015

Verse

There was a park down the street

Where we all used to meet

On each school’s-out now warm summer day

And we each brought a glove

To the game that we love

The one we played, starting in May

Til September came round

It was our sacred ground

Wouldn’t have it no damn other way

Chorus

Let’s shake the sandlot, Solly

It’s time for chin songs oh so jolly

You can’t play our game if your fire is low flame

If it is, take it home, Miss Molly

Rattle them rolls, by golly

This ain’t a picnic beach in Bali

You gotta swing the bat hard, leave it all in the yard

Letting up is a wrong move folly

The game goes on from dawn to twilight

Nobody leaves until all the moms call

You gotta hang in there to the bitter end

No walking out if you can’t walk tall

Give it all of your fight and we’ll treat you blood tight

Oh you can play it on a tom-tom

We’ll even square it with your mom, Tom

Cause this whole friggin’ SUMMER, Tom – is a gasser, gang of mine!

You rang?

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