A Day at the Old Ball Park

A baseball flies off the bat into the blue sky
What a day at the old ball park
Fans cheer, dressed in pinstripes or blue shirts that are dark
But it’s the last time so I sigh

With a crack from a bombers club I wake up from my daydream, It looks to be gone, oh my!

“Get Out!” A fan is sure to bark
A baseball flies off the bat into the blue sky
What a day at the old ball park

The ball in the sky will not die
It will glide over the wall as if it were a lark
It leaves the old ball park
As the sun shines brightly in July
A baseball flies off the bat into the blue sky