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Defend Home Plate
02:39
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Underdogs from the start of the season
Look at the crowd I can tell they don't believe in us
They always count us out, they always count us out
Ragtag bunch of misfit outcasts
A whole team full of kids always picked last
They hate to see us win, they're gonna see us win
Tighten up the outfield don't let anything get through
We're not the favorites but we got something to prove
Let's defend home plate
Up a point in the bottom of the 9th now
I can see em sweatin bullets in the dugout
2 outs with loaded bases, panic shows on their faces
2 strikes on their clean up hitter
His last bat is a bunt towards center
Third base is running home, he won’t make it there alone
Tighten up that infield don't let anyone get through
We're tired and dirty but we got something to prove
Let's defend home plate
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2. |
JR's Dead
01:30
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He's the angel in the outfield
Watching over us
He died not too long ago
He kept doing steroids when we told him no
Spent his signing bonus on junk
He pumped and pumped until he died
His heart failed him at 25
And now he's playing for Anaheim
(Chorus)
JR's Dead
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3. |
Pedro
02:24
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Fidel Castro smells like tuna fish casserole
But ya know the worst thing that he did
Wasn't spreading socialism or tyrannical dictatorship
He took the baseballs away from the kids
Pedro wouldn't take no as an answer from Castro
So he got on a raft and he floated out to sea
Pedro's coming to the USA
Pedro's fastball goes 100mph
Pedro's coming to the USA
Pedro's coming here to stay
Started the season, wanted for treason
Leaving his home for the game that he loves
Now he's going to the World Series
and he's gonna be the MVP
He's gonna take home the Golden Glove
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Benny Rodriguez
You are the very best
I pray to you every night and day
Benny Rodriguez
You are the greatest
I look up to you in every possible way
The Great Outfielders
That graced this Earth
With his PF Flyers
He was out of, he was outta this world
Benny "The Jet" Rodriguez
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It was the first day of spring training
You were in the bleacher seats just watching
You know I'm trying to impress her
If I keep acting up, I'll get a red tag in my locker
You are the one, you are the one
You make my baseball dreams come true
COME! TRUE! COME! TRUE!
It was the first game of the season
Every time that you're around there's a reason
My stats sheet always comes up empty
I can't stop thinking about, about your sexy body.
(Chorus)
DREAMS! COME! TRUE!
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All my RBIs and my batting ave.
Don't mean a thing when I don't have you
The home runs that I've hit, all the fly balls that I've caught
Doesn't make happy just like the way you do
Oh baby how many times? Do I let you know
I'm miserable without you
I can't outfield without you
I can't hit the ball without you
I can't baseball without you
The bases that I've stolen only puts a hole in my chest
Where you're supposed to fit
All the screaming fans, my money in my bank account
Doesn't matter until I've caught you in my mitt
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7. |
Secret Weapon
02:14
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Have you heard of Pablo?
The reigning leader of the backyard league, that Pablo
A blistering cannon on the mound when he pitch, that Pablo
Hitting home runs like it owed him money, that Pablo
Oh Pablo
He's too young for the Majors
He's better than the rest
Our lord and savior, his name is Pablo
He's a Secret Weapon, for whatever team he's in
He'll hit a home run further than anyone
I've never seen him lose, I've never seen him lose
My boy Pablo
Outfielding better than Jose Canseco, that Pablo
Hitting 1k if you sleep on him, that Pablo
Hard to hate 'cause he's a little kid, that Pablo
Oh Pablo
He's too young for the Majors
In the backyard he's the best
(Chorus)
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Coach always told me that I'll be sitting in the bench
But he never told me that one day, that he'd design this one play
I was at bat and I was nervous I'm a wreck
I looked up and saw you cheering, I forgot what I was doing
Needless to say, we lost the game
But I won your heart, and that's the game I play
You're a home run baby!
(yeah, yeah)
I believe you're the one for me
People was mad I didn't give two shits to them
Cause I hit it outta the park with you, and baby that's all I wanna do
You looked so pretty with my jersey on your back
I know that you'll be my biggest fan, even if I'd work at the hot dog stand
(Chorus)
BABY.
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R.A.M.O.N.A.
02:16
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Ra-Ra-Ramona I really hate leaving you
Ra-Ra-Ramona I'm in loved with everything you do
You don't like when I pack my bags cause it means that you'll be all alone
I hate to make you cry because I cannot choose to stay at home
I'm really sorry baby
You know I gotta go baby
The bus is waiting baby
To play the best game in the world
(chorus)
When you find yourself really sad, just take a good look at my rookie card
Remember my love for you it starts from the bottom of my heart to the highest stars
(pre-chorus)
(chorus)
RAMONA!
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10. |
UO Anthem
04:05
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We'll fight, we'll ride you can't make fools of us tonight yeah
You'll see, we'll win and another one bites the dust
We are the best baseball team in the whole wide world
We're saying that, It's true.
We can't choose, they'll lose this is the moment we've been waiting for yeah
Comes to this, we are gonna win.
(sing with strength of 1000 Ichiros)
We are the best baseball team in the whole wide world
We're the Urban Outfielders
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