There’s a place were baseball’s waged
Come bat with me, let’s hit, let’s hit the cage

Come bat with me, let’s blast ‘em like [Rod] Carew
For ev’ry age there’s a batting cage
And its balls are calling you
Come bat with me, let’s hit one to the moon

Why don’t we meet up there where the leather meets the wood
We all could, smack ‘em good
We includes you slug-ger we’ll hit ‘till way after dark
Dogs may bark near the park though we're no mug-gers

Starry nights shine forth from heaven’s gate
We’ll just take our turns while midnight oil burns
And pay homage to the greats
On a scale from one to ten it’s at least an eight
Come bat with me, step to, step to the plate

Why don’t we meet up there where the bats come out at night
We’ll take flight, to new heights
Once we get off of work us guys can go hit a few
Me and you and the crew ‘cause we’re all brothers

Other guys might think our group is gay
They may say those things ‘cause we love to swing
Near the San Francisco Bay
But nothing’s wrong with forming male bonds we say
Come bat with me, let’s swing let’s swing
Pack your things, Let’s swing okay?