From December 19, 2005: Close-fit clothes and wavy hair And basket catches filled with flair Great expectations everywhere I looked at Mazz that way. But now he's just a Yankee bum One of George's favorite sons I oft' forget the good he's done The years get in the way. I've looked at Mazz from both sides now From Bronx and Queens and still somehow The young Mazzilli I recall Wasn't what I thought at all. Thrills and chills and joy so real That Seattle homer made me feel Those years before he snitched on Zeile I looked at Mazz that way. But now he's just a friend of Joe Player loyalties come and go Although we care, they don't, you know They're in it for the pay. I've looked at Mazz from both sides now A Met, a Yank, and still somehow Those wide-eyed days that I recall I really didn't know Mazz at all. Years of cheers and feeling proud To say "Let's Go Mets" really loud Dreams and screams from within the crowd I watched the Mets that way I'm still a fan, that'll never change They're still my Mets though their names are strange With innocence lost, perspective's gained I see them a new way I've looked at Mazz from both sides now From Bronx and Queens and still somehow The young Mazzilli I recall Wasn't what I thought at all. I've looked at Mazz from both sides now A Met, a Yank, and still somehow Those wide-eyed days that I recall I really didn't know Mazz at all.