The summer men
Came flyin’ in
To be grand with slams

They’re swingin’ bats
They tip their hats
To all the fans

The seventh song
We sang along
And then we stretched in moonlit stands
Our hometeam brand
The summer men

Their sandy spikes
Those balls and strikes
They went flyin’ by

Was humid too
The beer, it cooled
And quenched the dry

Then pouring rain
Stilled summer game
But, hey, it’s fine to you

You won’t boo
You won’t boo all the summer men.

It’s after ten
And torrential winds
They have come and gone

And boys play
This noble game
On their lawn of brawn

At end of nine
The score is tied
This night may never end
Now inning ten
For summer men.