He said the most grass he's seen in his whole life
is the patch we play on every day.
We're in the goldarn major leagues, boys.
I don't know about you, but I've waited mywhole life to get here.
And I'll be damned if I'm going to act
like my best pig died just because we ain't doin' so good.
I love to play baseball,
and I'll bet somewhere along the liney'all did, too.
I'm ready to play ball if you need me.
My dad figured I wouldn't amount to much
except... well, I never came up with anything,
but I can play ball a little,
and playing ball is better
than what most people do for a living.
Just put me in someplace.
Bottom of the 9th,
Cleveland down 1-0.
Nowbatting... number 11,
Rube Baker.
Baker at the plate.
He's 0 for...
I don't know. Who cares?
The pitch...
Baker swings and sends a real screamer toward short.
Rapp up with it, fires to first,
and Baker beats it with a head-first slide.
So the Indians have a runner.
I think I'll wet my pants.
Way to hustle, Rube!
Let me run for him.
You sure?
And Taylor is going to send in Hayes to run.
Thanks. Thanks, dude.
Went to see his movie, but it was only out two hours.
I was told, however, that it was in focus.
Hayes getting his lead.
Canatella checks him...
and Hayes is going.
Here's the throw. He slides...
He's safe!
Yes!
Hayes steals second.
Glad to see he remembered where it was.
Hayes out to a good lead at second.
Canatella comes set.
Pick-off play- Hayes takes off!.
He's going for third!
He's in there!
Hayes is beginning to look like the player of old,
and the Indians have something going here.
Canatella up on the rubber again
as Hayes gets a walking lead.
Canatella winds...
Hayes is going to steal home!
He's safe!
So Hayes has stolen three in a row to tie the game.
Mr. Larceny is back.
Nnn...
Jake,
Cerrano wants to bat.
OK.
Get in there.
Go, Pedro!
Hey, Willie.
Nowbatting... number 13,
Pedro Cerrano.
Cerrano's going to pinch-hit here,
and he's not taking any practice swings.
He's either ready to hit,
or he's afraid he might kill some gnats.
Hey, Pedro, how you doing?
Shut up.
Canatella delivers.
Cerrano swings,
and it's a long drive to deep left field,
way back.
Packer to the wall...
This ball is...
Gone!
And the Indians finallywin one!
Oh, well.
It's only one win.
Even they can't lose them all.
Listen, Meg, I'm thinking of coming to L.A.
I don't know if Rick and I are good for each other right now.
The team's showing some life,
but his E.R.A's over 6,
and he can't get it back on track.
It's depressing.
Serious with Vaughn?
He's a lot offun,
but I need someone with a little more class.
My shrinkwas sick.
Meg, I'll call you back.
Hey.
You know, Ricky,
breaking up with a girlfriend
can be a very painful thing,
but it don't have to keep you down for long.
Let me tell you something from my own personal experience.
I- I never had a regular girlfriend like you,
but I did get kicked in the balls once by a mule.
Now, I thought I'd be hurting for the rest of my life.
But you know what happened the very next week?
What?
My mama died.
Hell, after that, I didn't care no more about my balls hurtin'.
You see what I'm getting at?
Alright. Who led the Confederate forces
in the battle of Gettysburg?
Wild Thing!
Can I talk to you for a second?
Excuse me.
What are you doing here?
I was wondering if you wanted to get a pizza.
I don't know. Um, this is my last class.
But... now?
I don't know, Nikki.
Nothing I try seems to work anymore.
Maybe you're working too hard on yourself.
You used to go out and just let it rip.
Here. Try and hit this.
You never used to worry about your arm or your career.
You didn't even know what a careerwas.
Now you're pitching like it's a job.
I'm not sure I can get back.
It seems like so long ago.
The worst was when you brought the kids out.
Aguilar lit me up like a Christmas tree.
Don't worry about that.
That ball wouldn't have been out of a lot of parks.
Name one.
Yellowstone?
Sorry.
Yellowstone.
Hey...
I know a guy who's got a bike.
Whoo!
Aah!
Yeah!
I haven't been up here in a long time.
I hope not. This was our spot.
Buddha...
Jobu.
Jobu, Buddha.
I don't want no trouble out of you two.
He's out!
Nice catch! Atta boy!
As general manager of this team,
I demand to know when I'm getting a start.
There's an old-timers' game coming up soon.
Rackin' them up, baby!
- He's out! - Yeah!
Yeah!
Mine! Mine!
Run it out!
I got it!
Second base!
Safe!
- Ohh... - Ohh...
- Yay! - Yay!
This can't be happening.
Not again.
Out!
He's out!
Pedro! Yes!
Ha ha!
Yippee.
Hi.
I forgot to give you this.
I don't expect you to forgive me.
I was being silly, trying to get a laugh out of a friend.
I understand why you reacted the way you did.
I hope you don't think I'm trying to get you back.
Then what is this about?
General Cereals is throwing a big party tonight
at the Marriott Society Center.
They want you to come.
Really.
Mm-hmm.
So?
Can you make it?
Probably not.
I didn't think so.
After what I did to you that day.
I messed up a great thing.
Bye, Rick.
Tribe fans, we're one out away
from our second consecutive divisional title.
RickVaughn has gone 3 and 2 to Mel Koski.
Here's the pitch.
Ball 4, and he walked him.
That'll bring up the tying run for the Toronto BlueJays.
A little excitement at the end-
I know I wouldn't have it any otherway.
I'm sure you folks feel the same.
Ha ha ha...
Oh, yes.
Time for the old Tribe to come unglued.
Vile thing
Mr. Choke Thing
You make everything...
Embarrassing
You want to finish, or should I bring in Dalton?
Hey, Vile Thing!
You were lucky last time!
Cerrano saved your sorry butt!
No.
My arm's tired.
So Vaughn leaves, and Taylorwill go to the bull pen.
I knew you'd wimp out, Mild Thing!
You got no heart...
and forget genitalia!
You're a gelding, Vaughn!
They had you fixed!
Dalton's done with his warm-ups,
and Pierce steps in.
Here's Dalton's first offering,
and Pierce hits it a ton.
Oh, no!
Ha!
Damn!
Yeah!
Somebody caught it!
The Indians win the division!
So what?
They'll blow it in the playoffs.
Theywill. Theywill.
They'll blow it in the playoffs.
Yaa!
Hey, I put in a lot of time on this.
Hey, it's Vaughn!
Hey, what's up?
Good to see everybody.
How areya?
Whoa. Easy on the fives.
Got to protect the pitching hand.
Well, it looks like we're back in the playoffs.
I know what loyal fans you are,
so I brought you a box of balls.
I've signed each one,
but if you give them to Nikki, I'll see everybody signs them.
Well, I got to run.
Nikki and I have a function at the Marriott.
I'll see you at the ballpark. Enjoy those.
What a puke-head.
He didn't even have no cake.
Hey, Rick...
why don't you go without me?
What? Come on.
These kids idolize you
because they're where you used to be.
You're a hero to them.
It'd make their year if you hung out for a while.
Unfortunately, you think some party's more important.
I- I guess I can go back in for a couple of minutes.
Don't insult their intelligence.
They don't want to hang out
with some jerk I had to drag back in there.
Just leave.
Nikki-
Go.
OK.
Fine.
Hey, Rick?
This party-
did she invite you?
Yeah.
It's just a business thing.
Goodbye, Rick.
It's a shame you have to go in now.
It's a routine bypass.
I tried to put it off.
At least you can watch the games.
Wrong.
Doctor said he'd put the TV on Public Broadcasting
and lose the channel changer.
He thinks baseball's bad for my health.
I came up with plan "B."
Got me a little transistor radio with an earplug.
Bottom of the 9th,
game one, American League Championship Series.
Hayes leads away from third.
Bucekwith the sign and now into the windup.
Hayes is coming!
Bakerwith a suicide squeeze.
Bucek up with the ball.
Hayes doesn't touch the plate!
Hayes finally scores!
Yeah!
Oh, my God!
Yeah! Whoo!
You ready?
Yeah.
You sure?
Yeah. Feel good.
OK, go get 'em.
Do you have any queens?
Go fish.
You going to say anything to them?
No. They look nice and relaxed,
right where they should be.
Yoo-hoo!
Hello, team.
I know.
You all hate me.
- Uh-huh. - Uh-huh.
Given what's happened in the past,
I can't say I blame you,
but I wanted to say one thing
before you take the field.
Believe it or not,
I'm proud of every one of you.
Willie...
the all-out effort
you've given recently has been an inspiration
to us all
and proves that you've put that 1-for-18 performance
in last year's A.L.C.S.
far behind you.
And Pedro...
Ha ha.
Bashing the ball like the Cerrano of old.
No way you won't improve on the. 138 you're hitting
against Chicago with runners in scoring position.
And Vaughn...
Oh, you've had a really tough year.
Even though your fast ball isn't what it used to be,
there's no one the fans in Cleveland would rather have
pitching the most important game
in Indians history than you.
The champagne is ready.
It's all in your hands.
Win tonight, and the loser label is gone forever.
Go out there and win it for Cleveland,
win it for your selves,
and win it for me.
That ought to shrink their little sphincters.
Bottom of the 9th
here in the Windy City.
The Tribe clinging to a 6-4 lead,
one out away from winning the American League Championship Series.
Vaughn, trying to close it out,
has taken Jack Parkman to a full count
with two men on.
Bakerwith a sign.
Vaughn shakes him off.
He's afraid of his fastball.
- He's screwed. - We're screwed, Vaughn.
Vaughn's got the one he wants now.
Pitch it!
And here's the pitch.
Parkman swings
and pulverizes one to deep center field.
This ball has bye-bye written all over it,
and the White Sox win, 7-6.
Alright, Big Jack!
Strike!
Home!
Safe!
Strike 3!
Sayonara.
Don't let it get you down. It was just one throw.
I know,
but it got me thinking.
Even Playboy's not working anymore.
Don't worry.
We'll come up with something.
Now, why don't you grab yourself a shower?
Ahh.
Hey, Skip.
You got a minute?
Sure. Come on in.
What's up?
You know, Rick, I may have to use you tomorrow
in the late innings.
Pitching staff's pretty overworked.
Yeah. So?
I'll be ready.
Ready, huh?
Ready to run and hide if the game's on the line?
I don't get it,Jake.
What's your problem?
You're the problem.
You used to be this team's toughest guy.
Now you're trying to prop yourself up
with the right woman or shrink.
You want to be a major league pitcher?
You have to find something in yourself
that's yours and nobody else's.
You had that once, Rick.
If were you,
I'd spend the rest of the night trying to find it.
Without it, you're no good to me or the team.
What an asshole.
What an amazing asshole.
I thought he was my friend.
Why is everybody so threatened
by me improving myself?
What an asshole.
Hey, you're looking good, Lou.
Forget about me. I'm fine.
You gotta talk to the team,Jake.
Give 'em hell. Let 'em know they're too good to roll over and play dead.
Will do, Skip. And, hey, we'll win this one for you.
Hey, Taylor!
Promise me one thing.
- Sure. What? - When you talk to the team
don't give 'em one of them corny
"Let's win one for Lou" speeches.
I couldn't stand that.
Yeah. Promise.
Give 'em hell tonight, Schoupie.
Look alive there, Pedro.
Rube, give this catalog a try.
I think you'll like the writing.
Thanks.
"Frederick's of Hollywood?"
Alright, everybody, listen up.
I didn't want to have to tell you this, but...
Lou's goin' under the knife tomorrow.
Yeah.
He's not doin' so good.
Doctor told me he might not make it at all.
As a matter of fact, there's a good chance
that this game tonight might be his last experience on this earth.
He had a hard time talking.
But he did say this...
win this one for me.
I might as well have a little taste o fheaven now
just in case I'm not headed there.
Hell! When a man's lights are about to go out
the fat lady can't sing if it's not over!
Come on!
Let's go.
You okay, Pedro?
That was beautiful, man.
It made me realize that there are more important things than baseball.
I love you, man.
Oh, no.
How you doing, everybody?
Harry Doyle here welcoming all you fanatic featherheads
to the American League Championship Series,
where, tonight, the comeback kids of the Cuyahoga
will begin their quest to earn a World Series berth
for the first time since 1954.
Out to spoil the fun are those Pale Hosers from the Windy City,
who squeaked by the Tribe a year ago in the playoffs
and lucked out again in the World Series.
What else can you say about these White Sox except...
at least they're not from Canada.
After tonight, we'll be going to the World Series.
Yeah, in Chicago.
Schoup ready for the opening pitch now.
Winds and fires to Termini.
He swung and missed,
and we're underway.
Oh, no.
Baker threw the ball to third.
I guess he felt Wilcox didn't get enough infield practice.
Anyway...
Schoup ready again. Winds and comes to Termini.
High, and the count is even at 1 and 1.
Son, you throw that ball down there again, with nobody on,
you're going to make me very unhappy.
"The tulip lace bra
has ruffled underwired cups,
creating a curvier you,
for evening's bare neckline. "
Whoo!
Yeah!
So Baker finally gets one back to the pitcher.
"Matching crocheted panties are also available. "
Bottom of the 1st,
2 down, Dowling in scoring position at second.
Bucek comes set, fires to Cerrano.
Swung on and popped up,
and that'll do it.
Bottom of the 3rd, still nothing-nothing.
Tanaka at the plate as Baker leads away from second.
Bucek into the stretch, delivers.
Tanaka swings
and lines a base hit to left field.
Baker around third. They're waving him home.
Get down!
Baker dives!
Oh, shoot.
He scores!
And the Indians lead
1to nothing.
Oh, shut up!
It's only one run.
Top of the 4th.
Parkman leads away from first,
Beck from second.
Schoup comes to the stretch.
Delivers to Shaw.
There's a swing and a drive to deep right field.
It's off the fence.
Cerrano up with it.
Beck scores.
Here comes Parkman around third.
The relay from Miller.
They've got Parkman nailed.
The ball comes loose,
and the White Sox take the lead, 2-1.
Welcome to the big leagues, hayseed.
Don't stand on the tracks when the train's coming through.
Bottom of the 4th. Cerrano swings
and strikes out again.
That's a good pitch.
Top of the 5th,
Sox threatening again here.
Bases loaded,
2 outs, 3 and 2 on Dawson.
Schoup has to throw a strike.
The runners will be moving on the pitch.
Here it is.
And Dawson drives one to deep center. This is trouble.
Way back toward the wall.
Hayes racing.
Still going.
He's got it!
Not this time!
And the Indians dodge a 3-run bullet.
What a catch by Hayes.
2 down, bottom of the 5th,
2 and 1 on Hayes,
trying to pick up Miller from third.
Hey, Black Hammer,
read some of your reviews.
One guy said Willie Mays Hayes couldn't play dead.
Bucek, the big Chicago left-hander,
winds, fires...
High. Ball 3 to Hayes.
He also said the stunts were a joke.
You do your own stunts,
orwere you afraid of getting hurt?
If get the chance to score,
we'll see who's afraid.
I don't intend to slide.
You don't?
You better, little man.
Just 'cause your movie bombed
doesn't mean you have to commit suicide.
Hayes waits for the 3-0 delivery.
Low. Ball 4.
I'll be home soon, honey.
I'll be waiting, sweetheart.
So Bucekwalks Hayes, putting runners at the corners
as Baker comes to the plate
with the Indians still trailing 2-1.
Some little sheep back home probably misses ya, huh, Rube?
The runners take their leads.
Bucek checks, comes to the plate,
Baker swings and lines a drive
to the left field corner.
It's off the wall.
Belmonti up with it. Miller scores.
Hayes flying around third.
Here comes the throw.
Come on! Aah!
Sucker!
Hayes scores!
And the Indians lead 3-2.
I told you I wasn't gonna slide.
You got a long way to go, Peckerhead.
That's Mr. Peckerhead to you, pal. Ah!
Yeah, baby.
Aha! Now we're starting to roll, boys!
Are you alright?
Oh, yeah. I love this British stuff.
General Spenser-Ewell was a patient of your Uncle Richard's.
Arthur and I dined...
T op of the 7th, 3-2 I ndians.
The White Sox have runners at the corners.
Schoup is 2 and 1 to Parkman.
Parkman doing his little shimmy.
It makes the women here in Cleveland puke.
One more, Schoup!
Schoup delivers...
Parkman swings and hammers a long drive
to deep left center field.
Back goes Hayes. It's gone.
Damn.
Yes! Yes! Parkman, you stud!
Parkman puts the Sox back on top, 5-3.
You scumbag bum! Sit down!
See? I told ya.
Bring out the tarp. Cover the field.
I can't watch this anymore.
It's over.
Turn the lights out. Bring in the bulldozers.
Turn this place into a parking lot.
That his elderlymother...
This is tragic stuff.
Bottom of the 8th, 2 down,
Campbell at first.
The Indians trailing by 2,
down to their last four outs.
Taylor's got to get something done here,
or he'll have the bottom of the order in the 9th.
Dorn.
Yeah?
Didn't this guy used to pitch you inside?
Yeah.
Get a bat and step into one.
What?
Let him hit you with the ball.
Are you crazy?
It's the only way you'll get to play.
Roger, take one for the team.
It's not my bat.
Get in there.
- Let's go, Roger. - Atta boy.
And Taylor is sending up... Roger Dorn?
Dorn is 0 for the century against this guy,
but has several foul tips.
So Dorn inches in and gets ready to face Bucek.
Here's the pitch.
Oh, God!
Oh! And Dorn is hit right in the back.
And the Indians catch a break.
They'll have runners at first and second
with Dorn representing the tying run.
Pinch runner.
No!
You alright?
God, that hurts.
Markley, get in there and run for Dorn.
Uh-uh.
Dorn!
So Dorn gets his first hit of the season,
although it doesn't look like he's ready to leave.
Dorn!
Taylor may have to call the cops out.
Dorn!
Ohh.
Nice game.
Well, Dorn finally leaves after putting on
a very impressive exhibition of stretching.
And that brings up the potential go-ahead run
in the person of Pedro Cerrano.
Pedro's left a small village on the base paths tonight.
Parkman, my friend, how you doing?
Look at the scoreboard, buddha. I'm doing fine.
Pedro! Pedro!
Bucek's set at the belt.
Delivers...
swung on and missed.
Ooh.
And Cerrano is down a strike.
This guy is not messing around.
He's going right after Pedro.
From the stretch. He's ready.
Fires...
Strike.
That had some quickness.
So, two straight heaters,
and Cerrano is down to his last strike.
Ohh...
Oh, you guys.
Cerrano back in the box.
That last pitch, man...
that was beautiful.
Bucek has his sign and comes set,
here's the pitch to Cerrano.
He swings and drives one into deep left center.
Way back! Going...
going...
gone!
To the upper deck!
Yes!
Not as beautiful as that, though.
Heh heh heh.
Way to go, Pedro!
Big knock, baby. Big knock!
And the Indians lead 6-5!
Look at that scoreboard now...
grasshopper.
Oh, my God.
What a shot!
Three more outs, we go to the series.
So what? They'll blow it in the 9th.
Hey! Ow!
We're in the 9th.
2 down, 2 and 1 to Termini.
Once again the Indians one out away
from the American League Championship.
Here's the pitch.
Ball 3.
And Schoup is now only one pitch away
from putting the go-ahead run on.
You gotta love this kind of excitement,
don't you, Monte?
You took the words right out of my mouth.
Here's the pitch...
Ball 4! And the Sox have two aboard
with Beck coming up,
who already has a 2-run double tonight.
Come on.
- Time. - Time!
You ain't got nobody left, Taylor!
You're old Mother Hubbard...
and onlyVaughn's in the cupboard!
Good job.
Thanks.
Outstanding game, Schoupie.
You fought them all the way.
Can't believe I walked that Punch-and-Judy hitter.
We'll get them for you.
Give me Vaughn.
You mean Rick Vaughn?
Yeah.
He's pitching to Beck, not Parkman.
He wants the righty!
The Vile Thing!
The Grab-Your-Throat And-Choke Thing!
Stuffit, lard-mouth.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God. It's him.
Crank it,Jerry.
Oh, no.
Not that damn song again!
The bad seed is back!
It's Wild Thing!
Aah!
Wild Thing
You make my heart sing
You make everything
Groovy
Come on, wild thing
Hey, hey!
Yeah!
Nice look. Welcome back, Vaughn.
Good to be back.
OK. Now, Beck likes them on the outer half,
so jam him.
I want Parkman.
Parkman's not up. Beck's the hitter.
I'll walk him.
And load the bases for Parkman?
I want Parkman.
Wild thing
You make my heart sing
Alright. Go get him, Rick.
You make everything
Groovy...
Hey, when the tough get going,
the going get tough.
OK, Ricky, baby!
Time for some serious cheese!
The Roquefort Rocket!
The Brie Bullet!
The Parmesan Pellet!
So, in a surprise move,
Vaughn is on to pitch here.
Ball 1!
They're going to walk Beck to get to Parkman.
Obviously, Taylor's thinking-
I don't know what the hell he's thinking.
New haircut...
same dead arm.
And there's ball 4,
and Beck trots to first.
So they're loaded forJack Parkman
who's hitting just over .900 against Vaughn.
Parkman homered the last time he faced him.
Nowbatting,
number 15,
Jack Parkman.
You wanted him, you got him.
OK, Rick. Let's get nasty.
Vaughn looking for the sign...
and he's got it.
Swung on and missed! Strike 1!
He had something on that baby!
Whoo.
Boy's pumped up.
Looks like I'll have to get serious.
Vaughn back on the slab.
Baker gives him the sign.
Vaughn ready, and here it comes.
Swung on and foul to the screen.
Parkman wasn't fooled on that one.
Oh, he just missed it.
I got your timing now.
But I'll bet you don't have enough hair on your ass
to throw me another one.
Here it comes, Parkman.
Old number one, The Terminator.
You get a piece of it, you can rename it.
Blow this chump away.
Staywith the smoke. Just go after him.
Mr. Parkman, you're a great ball player,
and I'd just like to say
you're standing on the tracks,
and the train's coming through, butthead.
Bring it here, Ricky!
So Vaughn is 0-2 to Parkman.
Swung on and missed!
Yeah!
And the Indians win it! It's all over!
The Indians win it!
Whoo!
I gotta get out of this business!
Oh!
That-a-boy, Rick!
I knew you could do it!
Mr. Brown, calm down!
I love this shit!
I may move to England!
I told you we'd win!
I told you in spring training we'd win!
Yay!
Indians!
- Oh! - Oh!
- Yeah! - Yeah!
We're going to the World Series now!
We're going to the World Series!
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
Yeah!
Whoo! Whoo!
Yeah!
Unh!
There is no God.
Yeah!
We did it!
Hey, what's up? Hey, baby.
Yeah!
Alright!
Thank you.
You were so wonderful out there, Rick.
The General Cereals reps are here.
Great game, Rick. We'd like to offer you-
I'm sorry, fellas. You got the wrong guy.
I'm sure you make a great cereal,
but I like my hair the way it is.
I don't eat breakfast anyway.
Rick, what are you saying?
You're a great gal, Flannery,
much too good for me.
Take a hike.
Nikki, hold it.
Nikki, I know I was a jerk the other night,
but I want to make it up to you.
Don't let him sweet-talk you, Miss R.
I got World Series tickets for the kids,
dugout boxes.
Take him back. I forgive him.
Thank you.
These guys will really be happy with the tickets.
Congratulations.
Wait. Nikki.
I want you to come out with me and celebrate.
For an hour,
a year.
Whatever. Just come out with me.
Alright.
What do you say we start with an hour?
Well
The house is a-rockin'
Don't bother knockin'
Now the house is a-rockin'
Don't bother knockin'
If the house is a-rockin'
Don't bother, come on in
Kick off your shoes
Start losin' the blues
This old house
Ain't got nothin' to lose
See, we'll all be here
Stop spreadin' the blues
We got a-room on the floor
Come on, baby, shed some blues
Yeah, the house is a-rockin'
Don't bother knockin'
Well, the house is a-rockin'
Don't bother knockin'
Well, the house is a-rockin'
Don't bother, come on in
Well the house is a-rockin'
Don't bother knockin'
Now, the house is a-rockin'
Don't bother knockin'
Now, the house is a-rockin'
Don't bother, come on in
Walkin' up the streets you can hear the sounds
They're some bad honky-tonkers
And they're layin' it down
See, we'll all be here we got nothin' to lose
So get out on the floor
Shimmy till you shake somethin' loose
Yeah, the house is a-rockin'
Don't bother knockin'
Well, the house is a-rockin'
Don't bother knockin'
Yeah, the house is a-rockin'
Don't bother, come on in
I said the house is a-rockin'
Don't bother, come on in
Whoa, boom bapa boom
Whoa, boom
Bapa boom
At a glance, I looked at you
A- just as fast, I felt brand-new
Whoa, you
A- look at you
If I made a pass at you
A- would you say that we were through
Whoa, you
A- look at you
Oh, treat yourself right
Come with me
Say I do
Singing whoa, boom bapa boom
Whoa, boom bapa boom
Whoa, boom
Bapa boom
Singing whoa, boom bapa boom
- Whoa, boom bapa boom - Whoa, boom bapa boom
- Whoa, boom
Whoa, boom
Bapa boom
- Singing - Whoa, boom bapa boom
- Whoa, boom bapa boom
- Whoa boom
Whoa, boom
Bapa boom