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I met him at the street that's one-sixty-first
where they drink champagne
and they drink it over and over.
O-V-E-R, over.

He walked up to me, and said, "Mike, watch me pitch."
And I asked him his name.
In an accent, said it was Nova.
N-O-V-A, Nova.
Whoa, whoa, Ivan Nova.

Well, I'm not the world's most pitching-tuned guy
but when he threw a slider, twisted batter's spine.
That was Nova.
Whoa, whoa, Ivan Nova.

Well, I'm not dumb, but I can't understand
why the baseball pundits overlooked this man
whose name's Nova.
Whoa, whoa, Ivan Nova.
Whoa, whoa, Ivan Nova.

Could we drink champagne on November night
under the Stadium's electric light?
A.J., Bartolo, and Fred-dy
but Ivan's won more than all but C.C.!

Well, I'm not the world's most passionate fan
but I when I watched him pitch
I gave a great big cheer
for young Nova!
Whoa, whoa, Ivan Nova!
Whoa, whoa, Ivan Nova!

Nova!
Whoa, whoa, Ivan Nova!
Whoa, whoa, Ivan Nova!

He pushed to the plate!
He held down the score!
The ball fell to the floor!
Batter fell to his knees!
Another win for the New York Yankees!

And that's the way that I want it to stay
and I always want it to be that way
for young Nova.
Whoa, whoa, Ivan Nova.

Boys will be fans, and so will the girls.
And the Yankees be champions of the world
thanks to Nova.
Whoa, whoa, Ivan Nova.

Well, I'd left home just five hours before.
And I hoped the Yankees would drive up the score.
Girardi put the ball in Nova's hand
and said, "Get 'em boy, you could be the man!"

Well, I'm not the world's most passionate man
but I know what I am:
I'm glad I'm a fan!
And so is Nova!
Whoa, whoa, Ivan Nova!
Whoa, whoa, Ivan Nova!

Nova!
Whoa, whoa, Ivan Nova!
Whoa, whoa, Ivan Nova!

Nova!
Whoa, whoa, Ivan Nova!
Whoa, whoa, Ivan Nova!

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