At the table in the corner sits a man beside himself Wondering how he got here And if it's worth it in the end The diamond calls Haunting every waking hour of his life Ever since he took that step to become A credit to the team But he knows, it's all gone Even though his glove still fits so well This blaseball fantasy Has it always just been a dream? Stay gold Mikeyboy You left a cleat print in our hearts Stay gold Mikeyboy You deserve a retirement arc He crossed the void, brought Jaylen back And then he knew he had to leave He went where noone went before And shamed the gods right off their throne Our shameful pitcher became our savior And now he deserves to rest No more peanuts, no more birds He's finally home He's finally home Stay gold Mikeyboy You left a cleat print in our hearts Stay gold Mikeyboy You deserve a retirement arc