Letras
Bronx Bombers in the building ready to attack
Torpedo bats swingin' put the league on its back
Last year we stumbled but we gon' rectify
Judge in the chamber swingin' eagles in the sky
ALL RISE pinstripe pride we don't fold
Chasin' 28 the glory draped in gold
Fried on the mound flames in his grip
Bases stacked Rice cookin' let it rip
Stanton to the plate swing heavy as a wreck
Clears the bases smooth; cash it out cut the check
Young Volpe on the diamond hittin' sparks from the dirt
Jazz with the rhythm makin' pitchers feel the hurt
ALL RISE pinstripe pride we don't fold
Chasin' 28 the glory draped in gold
Fried on the mound flames in his grip
Bases stacked Rice cookin' let it rip
The ghosts of the legends they whisper in the halls
Mantle and Ruth they smilin' at our calls
Pinstripe history we're destined to attack
Season's just heatin'-ain't no turnin' back
Judge callin' shots sendin' rockets through the stratosphere
Opponents' hopes sink struggles crystal clear
Every pitch counts every swing deadly precise
World Series dreams fueled by passion and Rice