Casey in the Dugout (after the Fateful Strikeout)

Once the field was emptied and the crowd had been dispersed,
Casey's loyal fans did yell and tell him he's the worst
The once compliant baseball fans became an angry mob
And those who'd begged for autographs, now called the man a slob

They said, "You're not a hero, you're a rotten little hack!
You'll see Infernos freeze before we're covering your back!"
But Casey kept his chin up, and his head remained up high,
those pissants wouldn't get to him-oh no, he'd rather die

Yes, even in the locker room the atmosphere was cruel,
the team mates that he called his friends were calling him a fool
Flynn called up his bookie-he had money on the game
"I never should have bet on you," the rookie did complain

And Blake, though not as angry, couldn't look him in the eye,
"We needed a true athlete, not an ordinary guy."
Casey said, "You lousy ingrates, I can't carry this whole club!
I suppose you'll say it's my fault, when Flynn is beaten by some thug!"

Though some just hit the showers, others beat him to a pulp
but Casey swore within himself, he never would give up
The last one in the locker room, Casey sat there in the dark
He conjured up revenge before he headed to the park

The plan was not to practice or improve his baseball skills
but only make them think he had, and bend them to his will
So Casey called the bookie, and he said, "I'll make you rich-
just meet me in the dugout at precisely 10:06"

He told him to tell no one-it was all part of the plan,
The bookie said, "whatever dude, your wish is my command."
So Casey taught the bookie how to work the pitch machine,
"They'll think I'm hot at practice, they'll forget this horrid scene"

But Casey was real tired, always having to do well
He was ready for the dark side, yeah this bookie sure could tell
The payoff was next Thursday, that's when Mudville faced the Bears
They'd never ever won a game, and didn't seem to care

"But Thursday is their lucky day," Casey said laying his cash
The eager bookie took it, and he tucked it in his stash
He laughed, "Hell hath no fury like a shortstop that's betrayed.
It's been nice doin' business," and he scurried on his way

The fans forgot the strikeout when next Thursday came around
and packed 'em in to see the certain Mudville take the crown
But the Bears had really practiced when they heard of Mudville's fall
Their fans were sparse within the crowd, but that team would please them all.

Against the mighty Mudville, Bears had tied the game at two,
Then a line drive went to shortstop, while our Casey tied his shoe.
The ball rolled right through Casey's legs and out to Centerfield
The guy on third, he rounded home-the Bears fans loudly cheered.

The Mudville fan's yelled "Bench him!" and the manager complied,
Saying, "What's wrong with you Casey? Damn, you didn't even try!"
Casey said, "Uh, sorry coach," and quickly scurried home.
He opened up a cold one as he waited by the phone.

Soon he met the bookie who dispersed to him his winnings,
He said, "Hey Casey, stick with me-it's only the beginning."
Casey said, "Ah, naah-this is enough. I'm retired, don't cha know."
And he booked himself a cruise out to the Gulf of Mexico.