Like a lot of kids when I was young,
I was buying baseball cards
A die -hard fan of big league ball,
I didn't put mine between my bicycle spokes,
undetended with my folks.
I vowed to save them till I got old.
Never tossed, never sold.
Flippin', tradin', collectin', savin', waitin', hopin',
dreamin', prayin' Tops clear, Don Ross Bowman,
I'm so glad my mom and dad
Soon I discovered cars and girls,
but remember what I said?
The cards stayed locked up under my bed
Late at night on Sunset Strip
I'd do my best to be cool and hip
I'd go home and let down my guard
Flippin' Tradin' Collectin' Savin' Wait
in' Hopin' Dreamin' Prayin'
Keepin' them around until the Later date
I'm so glad my mom and dad didn't I'd throw mine
Flash forward about fifteen years later,
I ran into some big stock trader.
were a great growth item.
Said I couldn't take money from them
He said, what about some shares
The stock went through the roof
And now I own the New York Mets
Flippin' Trading Collecting
Saving Waiting Hoping Dreaming
Praying Tops flared on the foam
and Big League on display
I'm so glad my mom and dad