Ballpark 가사

One late night in Chicago I break into Wrigley Field It’s early spring the season isn’t starting for a week It’s a little after midnight I bin playing down the street At an open mic at a little bar, just under the L tracks I’d noticed for a couple weeks they bin doin’ some work on the ballpark They got scaffolding up I climb in I go check out the bat rack and I straighten out my hat Sit down on the bench where Fergie Jenkins sat Walk slowly to the mound, where I stretch and then I glide Fire a couple high and tight and then strike out the side I step to the plate, take a couple low, swing with all my might, watch it go Over the wall Tonight I got the ballpark Tonight I got the ballpark Tonight I got the ballpark All to myself I run in the outfield grass like Moe, Curly and Larry Announce a couple innings from the press box just me-- And Harry Caray I make a leaping catch against the ivy-covered wall The early season ivy is a cushion to my fall I trot in from the warning track, my cap it tips the crowd Float across the infield, it’s really getting loud I race toward third, turn on a dime, dig for home, headfirst slide Sandberg in his prime Tonight I got the ballpark Tonight I got the ballpark Tonight I got the ballpark All to myself