As the sweat flies
on a hot and sticky South Bronx night
a poor rookie pitcher is filled with fright
facing Tino.
(Facing Tino.)

And the pitcher cries
'cause if there's one thing he don't need
it's a Yankee first baseman looking to feed
that's Tino.
(That's Tino.)

Now, people, don't you understand
this pitcher needs a helping hand
or he's gonna get himself sent back to Triple-A.
Facing Jeter and O'Neill.
The Yanks made a Knoblauch deal.
And Bernie Williams hits them out
swinging from either way.

Well, his teeth are clenched
and the hungry slugger, Number 24
stares him down and scares him to the core
that's Tino.
(That's Tino.)

And he looks to the bench
but his manager says,
"Kid, you're on your own
just paint the corners like David Cone
it's only Tino."
(Facing Tino.)

Then he throws a curve in desperation
and Tino swings away.
The crack of the bat of a baseball star
driven deep to right field
it is high, it is far...

And the pitcher cries
as the crowd in The Bronx jumps out of their seat
their man rounds the bases for his latest feat.
Greeting Tino
(Greeting Tino)
are his Pinstriped guys.
(Greeting Tino)

And on the next hot sticky South Bronx night
another pitcher is filled with fright...

Facing Tino.
(Facing Tino.)
And the pitcher cries.
(Facing Tino.)

(Facing Tino!)

(Oh-wohhhh!)