Our National Pastime - Rupert Holmes

I met her at a baseball game

That got held up by August rain

Beneath the mezzanine I huddled up against her hand

By then the rain had left the ground

And Seger threw a few on the mound

We stood to face the flag that flew above the Navy band

Then the anthem began to blare through the stadium

It rang through the open air

And I knew this was the time to make my pitch

Won’t you come home with me?

I’ve a room you should see

With a warm waterbed

And pillow for your head

I’ve a robe you could wear

And smoke we could share

You are blond — I am tall

And I think that says it all

A quick glass of wine

Then I’ll feed you a line

Nilsson will sing

And you won’t feel a thing

Oh say you will stay with me, love

Must I say «I love you?»

«Well, how do ya' like my pad?»

«Oh, it’s great.

I mean, I love purple.»

«I — I bet you’re an Aquarius, aren’t you?»

«No.

Actually I’m a Leo.»

«I knew you were one of those.»

«You know, Leos are very big on Women’s Lib.»

«I don’t, uh, believe in Women’s Lib.»

«Uh, somehow I didn’t think you did.»

«Let me just turn on the hi-fi here.»

«Oh, that’s pretty.

Uh, what kind of wine is this?»

«Oh, that’s uh — that’s red wine.»

«Red!

That’s my favorite kind.»

«Are you having a terrific time?»

«Oh, yeah.

I’m having a very terrific time.»

Oh, stay for a lifetime

At least wait until the late show

«So you didn’t tell me your name.»

«My name is Karen.»

«That was my mother’s name.»