Take it Back (from a Yankee Fan's Point of View)
Posted: April 26, 2005 3:41 pm
Music with Star Wars music but shifts to regular music from Take it Back
Open season on the baseball fields and,
Skipper says no prisoners please,
N and Y interlocked on pinstripes black,
We ain't stealin we're just takin back.
Chorus:
We ain't stealin, we're just takin back,
Very simple plan of attack,
Its our job and a labor of love,
Take it home to the Boss above.
We ain't stealin, we're just takin back,
Very simple statement of fact,
Call it pillage and call it plunder,
We're takin it back: the Red Sox thunder.
Hit us hard, took our trophy,
That was the worst thing they could do,
It would be, our great pleasure,
To take it back and shave Caveman too.
Yo ho ho, and a bottle of suds,
It's a diehard fans life we choose,
No we don't want a bucket of blood,
Just a ring is all we could use,
Just a ring.
The grass is mowed and the bets are down,
Lets lighten up this October town,
By trade or call up or free agent sign
We're streakin, makin a pennant run.
CHORUS
Spoken
"We ask ourselves when we get in a fix,
What would Jeter do in a tight spot like this?
He'd play great defense to keep us in it.
Then hit a home run and the Yankees win it!"
Lift us up, take us high,
Let our spirits fly,
Lift us up take us high,
Let us win until we die.
Lift us up, take us high,
Let us perform above the norm,
Let our championship flags fill the sky,
We are takin our sweet trophy home,
Take it back!
We're takin it baaaaaaack,
Take it back!
Open season on the baseball fields and,
Skipper says no prisoners please,
N and Y interlocked on pinstripes black,
We ain't stealin we're just takin back.
Chorus:
We ain't stealin, we're just takin back,
Very simple plan of attack,
Its our job and a labor of love,
Take it home to the Boss above.
We ain't stealin, we're just takin back,
Very simple statement of fact,
Call it pillage and call it plunder,
We're takin it back: the Red Sox thunder.
Hit us hard, took our trophy,
That was the worst thing they could do,
It would be, our great pleasure,
To take it back and shave Caveman too.
Yo ho ho, and a bottle of suds,
It's a diehard fans life we choose,
No we don't want a bucket of blood,
Just a ring is all we could use,
Just a ring.
The grass is mowed and the bets are down,
Lets lighten up this October town,
By trade or call up or free agent sign
We're streakin, makin a pennant run.
CHORUS
Spoken
"We ask ourselves when we get in a fix,
What would Jeter do in a tight spot like this?
He'd play great defense to keep us in it.
Then hit a home run and the Yankees win it!"
Lift us up, take us high,
Let our spirits fly,
Lift us up take us high,
Let us win until we die.
Lift us up, take us high,
Let us perform above the norm,
Let our championship flags fill the sky,
We are takin our sweet trophy home,
Take it back!
We're takin it baaaaaaack,
Take it back!