Piazza, New York Catcher

Elope with me, Miss Private, and we'll (C)sail around the (G)world.

Pi (Am)I will be your Ferdinand and (Em)you my wayward girl.

How (Am)many nights of talking in (D)hotel rooms can you take?

How (Am)many nights of limping 'round on (D)pagan holidays?

a Oh, elope with me in private and we'll (Em)set something ablaze,

in a (Am)trail tue's for the (D)devil to erase.

I (G)San Francisco's calling us, the (C)Giants and Mets will (G)play.

I (Am)azza, New York catcher, are you (Em)straight or are you gay?

We (Am)hung about the stadium, we've (D)got no place to stay.

We (Am)hung about the tenderloin and (D)tenderly you tell a bout the saddest book you ever read,

it (Em)always makes you cry.

in The (Am)sta rowed crying (D)too and well he may.

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(Am)Meet you at the (D)statue in an (Em)hour.