Lyrics:

FZ--guitar
Ike Willis--baseball vocal
Mike Keneally--guitar/synth
Bobby Martin--keyboards
Ed Mann--percussion
Walt Fowler--trumpet solo & baseball vocal
Bruce Fowler--trombone
Paul Carman--alto sax
Albert Wing--tenor sax
Kurt McGettrick--baritone sax
Scott Thunes--bass
Chad Wackerman--drums

Ike: Awright, welcome, and good evening to the baseball game. I'm Skip Caray, I'm with Pete Van Wieren for another game between the Atlanta Braves and the Chicago Cubs. The Braves are featuring another outstanding cast.

(ARF!)

Ike: We got a wonderful cast of characters here. He's a home run hitter and RBI leader for the year, what do you think?

Walt: Well uh, I don't know what the problem is with uh, these Braves this year, they've uh, they've really been having trouble with one run games, on Sundays for some reason. I don't know what it is, what do you think?

(WOOH!)

Ike: Well Pete uh, the Dodgers had it last, that problem last year, and uh, lot of one run games uh, specially on Sundays, and, well you see how they ended up uhhhh . . . last in the league. Uhhhh . . . coming over here, Zane Smith is pitching today and I hear he's got good stuff.

Walt: Well actually I think the main problem is uh, the rookies uh, the rookies have just not be coming through. They haven't been able to handle that curve ball. Seems to me like they really got over that.

Ike: Oh here he goes again. Smash foul! Dawson up to the plate.

'That goes for your little dog, too!'

Walt: He really gets a hold of that one, it's gone. Yes, Elvis has left the building!

'That goes for your little dog, too!'
'That goes for your little dog, too!'

Ike: Move away for the seventh inning stretch after theeeeee . . . game

'That goes for your little dog, too!'
'That goes for your little dog, too!'

They're singing.
He swung on it 'n missed
Smash foul!
(WOOH!)
Fans getting out of here in a hurry.
The player steps up to the plate.
(ARF!)
Take me out to the game.
Uh, you can buy me some peanuts and crackerjack.
I don't care if he never gets back.
Swung on it 'n missed . . .