Crack of the Bat

[Intro]

Show-Hey…..
All set to Throw-Hey…..
With that arm of Gold-Hey….
When he’s on the mound can we lose? — NO WAY

[Verse 1]

They say because he’s pitching
like Bob Gibson in sixty-eight
That it’s causing him to override
His killer instinct at the plate
Now I must admit, yes, I get sad
When ol’ Show-Hey’s in a slump
Guess we got spoiled by that two-way genius
And it’s hard to accept the funk

[Chorus]

Well, a fastball’s nifty
But fifty-fifty
Is a thrill beyond the scope
Throwing triple-digits
Is a fine exhibit
But the long ball fashions hope
Now, I’m not knocking pitchers
And Yoshi’s splitter
Is a weapon unsurpassed
But the music that ignites my soul
Is the CRACK OF THE BAT

[Outro]

Show-Hey…..
All set to Throw-Hey…..
With that arm of Gold-Hey….
When he’s on the mound can we lose? — NO WAY
NO WAY
NO WAY
When he’s on the mound can the Dodgers lose? —
Ain’t no CHANCE, NO WAY