oh, arizona
hot moses stands
hands raised, crowd
pulsing in the pit
& jesus makes
a save & all hell
breaks loose
on second base
& hey it's almost
april again in
the cactus league
but baby don't
worry bout them
hotdogs cuz the
mustard is spicy
just like the kiss
of the ball off the
the top of my glove
& the beer is just
as salty as your
sweet-ass love