Flocabulary Bottom Of The Ninth Lyrics

I like the way you swing, I like the way you play the game

Everybody was charged like a battery, the stadium was filled to capacity.
The maximum amount of fans, not the minimum, the most.
The whole crowd was cheerin' 'em.
They were rocking in thier seats; while in the city, they were boppin' in the streets.
The crowd was boisterous; makin' noise for us, rough, wild, loud enough, these boys are tough.

Bottom of the ninth inning, and the score was tight; five to four, I'm sad to report we weren't winning.
Usually, the other team was inept at pitching; they lacked skill in it like the park lack celings.
But today, they had held back and restrained, from throwing to many balls away.
But next up to the plate or plato, was the hero of our team, El Gato.

The commentary ame from an announcer named Dave, who commented upon the game.
He had a low voice, and he said:
"Next up, cat with the bat, El Gato!"
The whole crowd marlveled at his marvel, they watched in astonisment like a model. He was a big factor in our winning streak, he was the reason the men and the women shreiked.

I like the way you swing, I like the way you play the game

He was sweating, the cumulative effect of many hours in the sun; his brow was wet.
The pitcher tried to intimidate and scare him up, he had a face of a bear and a smell of a skunk.
El Gato painstakingly tightened his gloves, hedid it very carefully, tight like hugs.
The pitcher got a strike on the first pitch that he threw, and El Gato swung and missed; strike number two. Now all the fans were in pain and anguish; like someone had sat on their hope sandwich.
It was unanimous, everybody agreed, that it was too exciting to sit in our seats.
Pitch three, continuous movement, no stop, in slow-mo, until we heard a loud pop.
The ball was going going gone, and the crowd erupted and exploded in a song.

I like the way you swing, I like the way you play the game