Days of sin, days of summer rain and crowning kings
No one's standing in the way
The spangled-banner song was being sung at Wrigley Field
Beautiful bass Percy McRae

In all his glory he was moving strangers clear to tears
Baritone sailing away
He walked to his bleacher seat and walked right into heaven
The crowd was still cheering as he lay there dying

So let me go when my life's over
And I have been all I shall be
Don't sing praise or pay me tribute
Let my labor speak for me
Let my labor speak for me….

Days of sin, days of cash in hand and phony trains
Politics promotes decay
You may not think that I'm an "artist" -  and you'll decide
But I feel like one today

I don't know if Percy's singing up in heaven
And it is not my place to say
He walked to his bleacher seat and he kept right on going
The crowd was still cheering as he lay there dying

So let me go when my life's over
And I have been all I shall be
Don't sing praise or pay me tribute
Let my labor speak for me
And I will never be a hero like him
For I have always lived in sin
But let me sing as long and sing as loud as Percy sang
Let me see us finally win
Let me be there when we win
Let me be there when we win….