Intro

I like the way you swing.
I like the way you play the game. (x2)

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 cheering ‘em.
They were rocking in their seats,
While in the city, they were bopping in the streets.
The crowd was boisterous, making 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 lacks ceilings.
But today, they had held back and restrained
From throwing too many balls away.
But next up to the plate (or "plato")
Was the hero of our team, El Gato.
The commentary came from an announcer
Named Dave, who commented upon the game.
He had a low voice, and he said:
"Now batting: The cat, El Gato!"
The whole crowd marveled at this marvel,
They watched him in astonishment like a model.
He was a big factor in our winning streak,
He was the reason the men and the women shrieked.

I like the way you swing.
I like the way you play the game. (x2)

He was sweating, and the cumulative effect
Of many hours in the sun: His brow was wet.
The pitcher tried to intimidate and scare him up,
He had the face of a bear and the smell of a skunk.
El Gato painstakingly tightened his gloves,
He did it very carefully, tight like hugs.
The pitcher got a strike on the first pitch that he threw,
And then 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. (x3)