The Party's Over

The ball games over
It's time to call it a day
The Mets burst our balloon
And taken our pride away
It's time to wind up the masquerade
Just make your mind up father time must be paid
The party's over
Jete flickers and dims
Can't go to his left or his right
Tex's balls don't take off in flight or have any vim
Now you must wake up, all dreams must end
Take off your jock strap, the party's over
It's all over, my friend