

(one, two, three, go!) Nolan plays
out in the field
Fifty errors
when the glove is sealed
Batting point zero nine three at the plate
Struggling hard
against the baseball fate
While up on first,
Parker is standing tall Hitting absolute bombs over the wall
Owning the diamond, making the play
Watching the outfield drift away
Nolan's mom is screaming loud
Let's go Riptide to the crowd (go Riptide!)
And My Baby Nolan tries to cheer him up
Pouring hope into an empty cup
Out in the grass where the errors fly
Underneath the summer afternoon sky
Parker dominates the dirt and the grass
Playing first base in a whole different class
Nolan's mom is screaming loud
Let's go Riptide to the crowd (let's go!) And My Baby Nolan
tries to cheer him up
Pouring hope into an empty cup
Let's go Riptide on the field (Riptide!) Hold your head up high,
don't yield