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Bottom of the ninth The home team is down The bases are full No man has a frown The Big Man is up Fans cheer all around With one out to go Comes deafening sound The pitcher winds up And throws from the mound The Big Man is beaned And thuds to the ground Don't worry, he's fine Though there's not a sound The coach eyes the bench One batter is found A small little man Meed Marty McGownd Steps up to the plate Sweat drips with each pound He's never been up The bench he's been bound All hope rests on him Lights shine right on down
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