Well, beat the drum and hold the phone - the sun came out today!
We're born again, there's new grass on the field.
A-roundin' third, and headed for home, it's a brown-eyed handsome man;
Anyone can understand the way I feel.
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Oh, put me in, coach - I'm ready to play today;
Put me in, coach - I'm ready to play today;
Look at me, I can be centerfield.
Well, I spent some time in the mudville nine, watchin' it from the bench;
You know I took some lumps when the mighty casey struck out.
So say hey willie, tell ty cobb and joe dimaggio;
Don't say "it ain't so", you know the time is now.
Chorus
Yeah! I got it, I got it!
Got a beat-up glove, a homemade bat, and brand-new pair of shoes;
You know I think it's time to give this game a ride.
Just to hit the ball and touch 'em all - a moment in the sun;
(pop) it's gone and you can tell that one goodbye!
Chorus
Chorus
Yeah!
2 comentarios
Amio Cajander
29 dic 2009 | 03:11 PMUna guitarra con forma de bate de beisbol... peazo friki el Maestro Fogerty
martamiraalrededor
30 dic 2009 | 02:04 AMjajaja, no me había dado cuenta! creí que era un instrumento raro con forma de botella de orujo gallego. DE verdad!