One single as the lead-off. Then I ste-al second base.
One ground ball to the shortstop, he throws to third but I’m safe.
One sign from the skipper and suddenly you know who
A suicide squeeze the third pitch ‘cept it’s oh-and-two

One pitch was low and outside. Second pitch was o’er the plate.
On this pitch I can’t be late to run, Son
Damned! Wham! Inside pitch just beaned him
Grand Slam! Pitcher is the victim
Four to none

He walks upon the mound and you know he's
uncommonly rare, hard to impeach
His rookie cards are a hundred bucks each.
He walks off to the crowd and you know from their
maddening noise, beer cans airborne
(One pitch was low and outside. Second pitch was o’er the plate.

His ego is torn)
Pissed off

He’ll lose today so now he’s mad and ticked off
Loaded with hundred-mile fastball
And curve ball, sauntering, ambling,
One, two three strikes. You’re out
Shuffle along, back to the bench
I didn’t know he was fluent in “French”
On this pitch I can’t be late to run, Son
He’s a lock for Hall of Fame

Except for today when
We blew him away

Damned! Wham! Inside pitch just beaned him
Grand Slam! Pitcher is the victim
Four to none