Willie Mays at the end, with the Mets in '73,
Stumbling on the bases, dropping balls in centerfield;
Babe Ruth in his last year playing ball,
In the National League, playing with no one he knew

Broken down old horses can't jump over streams,
Broken down old horses can't carry big dreams.

And when Henry Aaron looks in the mirror,
With all those hits in the past and none in his future,
He still must go to sleep;
And when Joe Dimaggio hears his name,
He knows that it's not really him,
It's a ghost that doesn't exist,
And he still must go to sleep.

Sometimes I have trouble sleeping; they say that Muhammad Ali don't,
They say he's all there, he just has trouble speaking.

Oh Jeffrey in the shoe store used to hit .310,
Now he can't reach the box above his head;

Broken down old horses can't jump over streams,
Broken down old horses can't carry big dreams.

Babe Ruth in his last year playing ball,
In the National League, playing with no one he knew .