Everybody can feel it. The green, new grass under your feet. The wide eyed children and their wide eyed grandparends filing into seats they've dreamt of all winter long. The hotdogs, the shitty nachos with government cheese, the peanuts.
It's opening day folks.
God's in his heavens.
Baseball's on earth.
We're living in the Texas Hill Country.
Lifre will NEVER get any better than this!
Drink it in brothers and sisters.
And PUT ME IN COACH!
(O sing it brother Fogerty!)
Well, beat the drum and hold the phone - the sun came out today!
We’re born again, there’s new grass on the field.
A-roundin’ third, and heded for home, it’s a brown-eyed handsome man;
Anyone can understand the way I feel.
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Oh, put me in, coach - I’m ready to play today;
Put me in, coach - I’m ready to play today;
Look at me, I can be centerfield.
Well, I spent some time in the mudville nine, watchin’ it from the bench;
You know I took some lumps when the mighty casey struck out.
So say hey willie, tell ty cobb and joe dimaggio;
Don’t say "it ain’t so", you know the time is now.
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Yeah! I got it, I got it!
Got a beat-up glove, a homemade bat, and brand-new pair of shoes;
You know I think it’s time to give this game a ride.
Just to hit the ball and touch ’em all - a moment in the sun;
(pop) it’s gone and you can tell that one goodbye!
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Yeah!
Scuse me while tears of joy dribble down my old man's jowls!
PLAY BALL!`