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Bap! Bap! Bap! Bap!

Yeah, hear the beat on the

floorboards, Kick

drum tapping

on the baseline, Snare

snapping right in time.

Bap! Bap!

Bap! Bap!

Step onto the field under the stadium lights,

Dust on the cleat,

looking for the summer nights.

Crowd is shouting out from the bleacher seat,

Every single heartbeat keeping to the beat.

Got a pocket full of chalk and a brand-new glove,

Chasing down the game that we used to love.

Hey now, keep your eyes on the ball,

Listen to the noise echoing off the wall!

Swing for the fences,

give it all you got,

Taking every single chance on a long shot.

Yeah, we’re playing for the fun of it all!

Dugout chattering, dugout loud,

Trying to get a rise out of the home crowd.

Signals from the bench,

sign on the wrist,

Looking for a pitch that you just can't miss.

Wind up, stretch, here comes the throw,

Ready for the moment when it's time to go!

Bottom of the ninth with two outs down,

Cheering going wild all through the town.

Rhythm in the boots,

tension in the air,

Pop of the leather without a single care.

Hold your head high when you're taking your turn,

Lessons in the dust that you gotta learn.

Chalk on the baseline fading away,

That’s the final call at the end of the day.

Pass around the drink from the cooler picture,

You can have a bit that's not for a pitcher.