Three Versions. Take Your Pick. Or write your own.
Version 1: Classic Original.
Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,
I don’t care if I never get back.
We will ROOT, ROOT, ROOT for the home team,
If they don’t win it’s a shame,
For it’s ONE! TWO! THREE STRIKES YOU’RE OUT,
In the old ball game.
Version 2: The Houstonian, I Don’t Wanna Go To The AL Whine.
Take me out – to the ball game,
Take me out – with the crowd.
Buy me a promise that our club is back,
Then settle down with a fifty buck snack.
We will ROOT! – ROOT! ROOT! for the ASTROS,
A-L ball – is nearly the same,
It’s just ONE! – DUMB! – DH! away,
In the Land! – Of! – Shame!
Version 3: The 21st Century Business Model Re-formulation.
Take me out to the ball game.
Make me rich ‘fore we go,
Buy me some futures in peanut stock,
Nail me the beer track at every park shop.
Then we’ll ROOT! ROOT! ROOT! for redemption,
Of our copper exchanged for pure gold,
And we’ll ALL! GROW! RICH AS ALL HELL!
As we all – grow – old!
