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"Take Me Out" Lyrics
Bau Down & FAM - Take Me Out (featuring Harry Caray)
© Copyright 2007 - Bau Down / Bau Down Records Written
by Kevan Michael Bauman & Matthew Park ASCAP / The American Society of Composer, Authors & Publishers
Intro - Harry Caray Hello again, everybody,
Harry Caray from Wrigley Field
On a beautiful day
for baseball...
Chorus - Harry Caray Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out to the crowd,
Buy me some peanuts, and Cracker Jack,
I don't care if I ever get back, for its,
Root, root, root for the Cubbies,
If they don't win its a shame!
For its one, two, three strikes youre out...
At the old, ball, game!
Verse
One - Bau Down It's a beautiful day to be a cubs fan,
Wilin' out in the bleachers, Bud Light in my hand,
Holy cow, man, we the best fans ever!
Packin' Wrigley field no matter the weather,
Ain't no team better so let's
get that clear,
And just to let you know, man, this is our year,
Since 1908 we've been patiently waitin',
And
them boys cross town, they impatiently hatin',
So close to the lake and, they so far away,
On the north side, yeah,
that's where we stay,
When we ain't at the game it's the channel 9 way,
Or on the radio AM 720,
Every day we
want that 'W' to fly,
Above the friendly confines, in the sky,
So don't be shy, join in with the crowd,
And
let me here you now, one time, real loud, baby...
Chorus - Harry Caray Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out to the crowd,
Buy me some peanuts, and Cracker Jack,
I don't care if I ever get back, for its,
Root, root, root for the Cubbies,
If they don't win its a shame!
For its one, two, three strikes youre out...
At the old, ball, game!
Verse Two - FAM Root root root for the Chicago Cubs!
Win or lose, we still
showin' em' love,
No fairweather fans, or a, nametakers,
Chicago white stockings, the originaters,
If you a
hata', here's where we play,
Clark & Waveland, field's called Wrigley,
Hope and loyalty is the heart of our
team,
And a big red 'C' mean a wall of ivy green,
Ain't won the series since 1908,
But I killed Mr. Goat so
we're gonna be straight,
Better yet, great, Cubby Bear stand tall,
Always next season if we don't win it all,
Never fall, forever rockin' blue and white,
Gotta Get this crowd pumped, yeah, make em' ignite,
And recite this
cheer and old style beer,
Singin' loud enough for Harry Caray to hear...
Chorus - Harry Caray Take
me out to the ball game,
Take me out to the crowd,
Buy me some peanuts, and Cracker Jack,
I don't care if I
ever get back, for its,
Root, root, root for the Cubbies,
If they don't win its a shame!
For its one, two,
three strikes youre out...
At the old, ball, game!
Play By Play - Harry Caray Now the
pitch; There's a high drive, deep right center, way back, might be outta here, it's off the wall, one run is in,
two runs are in, a third man scores, and look at the score!
One ball, two strikes, the pitch...Hey! Cubs win the division!
Cubs win the division! Cubs win the division!
Verse Three - Bau Down Cubs win the division, that's what
we wanna hear,
We been waitin' for the sayin' for the whole damn year,
So give a little cheer, 'cause it's bound
to happen,
Forget about the playoffs, get the World Series crackin',
Don't care what you're packin', we bleed cubbie
blue,
Beatin' Brewers, 'Stros, Reds, and Pirates, too,
And when we hit the Lou, we play the Cards right,
And
sing this song all day and all night like...
Chorus - Harry Caray Take me out to the ball game,
Take
me out to the crowd,
Buy me some peanuts, and Cracker Jack,
I don't care if I ever get back, for its,
Root,
root, root for the Cubbies,
If they don't win its a shame!
For its one, two, three strikes youre out...
At
the old, ball, game!
Outro - Harry Caray Cubs Win! Cubs Win! Cubs Win! Cubs Win!
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