Joey's up to bat
Wearing his dodgers hat
The pitcher winds up the ball
And then does a little stall
The field is filled with a tense silence
Every-one's getting ready to break the alliance
But the pitcher throws
And CRACK away the ball go-s
Faster and faster pass the cars
Higher and higher it went to the stars
Home run for the Cross Town team
All their faces start to gleam
It's just what they needed to win
Home Town V. Cross Town, nine to ten
What a close game
The Cross Towns are sure to go to the hall of fame
'Good game, good game, ' they say
And then go their separate ways
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