The rain was falling what a shame
I put my cap on for the game
My father met me at the door
I hoped the pitcher had good aim

The stadium looked like a war
The fans in the crowd were in uproar
My father passed me his tin can
The game was no longer a bore

I was at the game as a man
This time I had brought my wife Diane
It was now twenty years later
And I had driven a blue van

I was now a paid creator
An accomplished debater
May even be a dictator
But my father had made me greater