Every time I hear that song
I dream a little bit
When I see a batted ball
I wish, I wish it was me
The Smell of heart of the hide leather
Better than the bakery downtown
All the years of playing hard
My arms and shoulders have paid their tolls
Throwing, Hitting and rolling around
I miss my friend very much
When I pass a field in town
Kids playing the game I love so much
Takes me back to a better time
when a kid could be a kid
Those who don't know the game
Say it's much too slow
Those who know how hard it is
Pray that it never ends
I miss my game of passion
Watching the best in the world
I'd settle for a wiffle ball game
Or a game of grounders in the street
Coming soon to a TV near you
The great parade will be displayed
Get in there and take your swings
The boys of summer have come to play
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