My Oh My

[Verse 1: Macklemore]

I used to sit with my dad in the garage

The sawdust, that Pine-Sol, and the moss

Around every spring, when the winter thawed

We'd huddle around the radio, twist the broken knob

710 AM, no KJR

Dave Niehaus's voice would echo throughout the yard

Couldn't have been older than 10, but to me and my friends

The voice on the other end might as well have been God's

1995, the Division Series

Edgar's up to bat, bottom of the 11th inning

Got the whole town listening, "Swung on and belted!"

The words distorted, "Joey Cora rounds third!"

"Here comes Griffey! The throw to the plate's not in time!"

"My, oh my, the Mariners win it!" Yes!

Fireworks, they lit up that ceiling in the Kingdome

We had just made history

[Interlude: Dave Niehaus]

"Swung on and lined down the left field line for a base hit! Here comes Joey! Here is Junior to third base! They're gonna wave him in! The throw to the plate will be… late! The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship! I don't believe it! It just continues! My, oh my!"

[Verse 2: Macklemore]

Laces woven, barely holdin' that stitch

Creases of time amongst the grime and the grit

Where the leather he used to pound his fists

To some it's just a mitt, but see that glove was him

Yep, tell me stories on the field, with that sun-stained brim

Blood under my chin, he taught me how to spit

Sunflower seeds back with me and my crew

Sunburnt arms, Big League Chew

Yeah, we were like The Sandlot after dinner, after practice we'd listen

To the M's in the kitchen, and if mom wasn't trippin'

"Come on dad! Please, I swear, just one more inning!"

Voice went pump-pump through the system

"Break out the rye bread! It's grand salami time!"

"My, oh my! Another victory!" Yes!

My city, my city, childhood, my life

Watchin' Griffey right under those lights

[Verse 3: Macklemore]

Under that light rain, gleaming in that night game

Can't stop now, keep moving, no brake pads

Came here to prove a point, live my life on the field

Make history in between the base paths

And compete against the fear that is in me

That's my only barrier and I swear that I'ma break that

From the mud, the cleats that we drug through the feet

This is that moment and you cannot take it back

And I don't really collect cards anymore, just a box and some old cardboard

Memories embedded in the dust, in the fibers that age just like us

Livin' somewhere off in the drawer

This is what you make of it, yeah, we play to win

Live it like we're under the lights of the stadium

Fight until the day that God decides to wave us in

Right, until he waves us in

It's my city, my city, childhood, my life, that's right, under those lights

My city, my city, childhood, that's right, Niehaus, "My, oh my!"

Come on, my city, my city, childhood, my life, that's right, under those lights

It's my city, my city, childhood, my life, Niehaus, "My, oh my!"

Rest in peace