Autumn of the ninth inning And we drive straight through the crowd First it was what I call quiet Then it was biblically loud You should have seen how they tumbled You should have seen how they danced You should have seen them all luscious and lean As they flew by the seat of their pants It was not the boilin' frustration It was not that I cannot care less
It was not the face of that reverent place In a horrible state of undress I moved in a way I call mindless I flatter myself and move true I carved out a 'J' in the spectators' fray Because that's just a thing that we do Yes, I carved out my name in the ninth of the game Because that's just a thing that we do