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