Wheatflower Wheelin’
Oh-oh-oh!
Oh-oh-oh! Evanopia!
Here we go!
Down in
Evanopia, the sun's going down,
Baseball lights are shining all over the town.
The gates swing open,
the crowd's coming in,
Wheatflower Park is ready again!
The grass is green,
the diamond is bright,
Spitfires are ready to play tonight.
From the first pitch thrown to the final call,
You can hear Evanopia through it all!
So grab your cap,
Stand up proud,
Spitfires are coming—
Hear that crowd!
SPITFIRES!
We're lighting up the park!
SPITFIRES!
We're striking through the dark!
From Evanopia
to the outfield wall,
We're giving everything we've got,
all! At Wheatflower Park,
Hear that fire start!
Nah-nah-nah!
Na-na-na-na!
Nah-nah-nah!
Na-na-na-na!
SPITFIRES!
SPITFIRES! EVANOPIA!
The train rolls by while the game goes on,
The crowd keeps singing till the night is gone.
Every young dreamer watching from the stands Can picture themselves with a
bat in their hands.
We're building our story one game at a time,
Every victory feels like a mountain we climb.
Win or lose, we'll give it our all,
Because Spitfire baseball belongs to us all!
SPITFIRES!
We're lighting up the park!
SPITFIRES!
We're striking through the dark!
From Evanopia
to the outfield wall,
We're giving everything we've got,
all! At Wheatflower Park,
Hear that fire start!
Who are we?
SPITFIRES!
Where are we from?
EVANOPIA!
Where do we play?
WHEATFLOWER PARK!
SPITFIRES! LET THE WHOLE PARK SING!
SPITFIRES! LET THAT EVANOPIA SPIRIT RING!
From the infield dirt To the outfield grass,
Every night at Wheatflower Park We make the moment last!
Nah-nah-nah! Na-na-na-na! Nah-nah-nah! Na-na-na-na!
EVANOPIA! SPITFIRES! WHEATFLOWER PARK!