Lyrics
Baseball banter
Two buddies with a pastime
Little league friends talking banter in the ticket line
Baseball banter
Two buddies in the cheap seats
Left field bleachers by the guy with the drum beat
Swing batta batta
Atta boy!
Strike ‘em out
It’s a bunt
Make a move
That’s what I’m talking about
Come on ump
Protect the plate
Send him home
Too late
It’s a pickle!
Oh great!
This guy can’t pitch
Go back to Triple A
Come on coach
Take him out
Make him pay
Fair ball!
Foul ball!
Get your eyes checked ump
Aw you’re killing me Smalls
He’s going back back back back back
At the wall
Baseball banter
Two buddies with a pastime
Little league friends talking banter in the ticket line
Baseball banter
Two buddies in the cheap seats
Left field bleachers by the guy with the drum beat
Holy cow!
What a catch!
Who’d of thought?
Pulled it left?
Can of corn
In the gap
Extra innings?
Holy crap!
Round the horn
Stretch time
Two beers!
We’ll get ‘em next time
Yeah we’ll get ‘em next time
Where’s the call?
Turn two
It’s about time
Thanks blue
He was out
No he was safe
Heads up
Communicate
Hot dog!
Ketchup!
Good pitch!
Nice cut!
Back in the middle of a pickle
Say what?
Baseball banter two buddies by the
Beer guy!
Two dollar cold ones
Pop fly!
Good eye!
Come on ump
It was right down the pipe
He’s batting 323?
Alright alright!
Baseball buddies
Baseball buddies
Baseball buddies yeah
Baseball buddies
Baseball buddies
Baseball buddies yeah
Baseball banter
Two buddies on their way home
Another tough game
Must have been the strike zone
There’s always next time
Wanna go next week?
Two baseball buddies making plans for the cheap seats
Baseball banter
Two buddies with a pastime
Little league friends talking banter in the ticket line
Baseball banter
Two buddies in the cheap seats
Left field bleachers mid summer in the sweet heat
Baseball buddies
Baseball buddies
Baseball buddies yeah
Baseball buddies
Baseball buddies
Baseball buddies yeah