Well now, come on Karen, and climb up into my car.
A new season's waiting over at the ballpark.
Brought my Nokona glove that I got from my dad.
Wore my fav'rite jersey and a new baseball cap.
The stands come alive with the hometown fans.
The pop of the glove, the crack of the bat.
We have fresh green grass. We have clear blue skies.
Gray winter is gone. “Next year” has arrived.
Winter was a chess match with three mid-level trades.
Got two guys off waivers and one from triple A.
The bullpen has improved. The lineup's looking great.
Pitching might be shaky until the end of May.
The stands come alive with the hometown fans.
The pop of the glove, the crack of the bat.
We have fresh green grass. We have clear blue skies.
Gray winter is gone. “Next year” has arrived.
Now they’ve chalked all the lines and raked the batter’s box,
While fans are arriving from far off parking lots.
We’ve been waiting for months just to walk through that gate.
Got our ace on the mound. Come on, let’s start the game.
The stands come alive with the hometown fans.
The pop of the glove, the crack of the bat.
We have fresh green grass. We have clear blue skies.
Gray winter is gone. “Next year” has arrived.