Stacy

Stacy goes to sports bars and talks to sports stars.
They ride off in sports cars charging down the street.
Singles out the best! He has the strongest chest.
End of night, he needs rest, loves to drink and eat.

Stacy's out for fun. Players have lost or won.
At the bar they look for one who will play ball.

What can she give who needs baseball to live? Guys bring their home run swing.

Wanna dance? What? Dance! What? Dance! What? Dance! On the floor!
Wanna dance? What? Dance! What? Dance! What? Dance! Once more.
Wanna dance? What? Dance! What? Dance! What? Dance! Can't you hear?
Wanna dance? What? Dance! What? Dance! What? Dance! Shouts in her ear.

Whatever the sport or game, there are studs who make a name, chasing dames.
They are chasing dames.
Whatever the sport or game, there are studs in the Hall of Fame, chasing dames.
They are chasing dames.

Stacy's not so daring. She stands at the bar staring
At guys no longer caring about the baseball.
Players look for respect! They try to connect.
Home runs they expect, big league or small.

To drill the ball is the biggest thrill of all. It's time for last call. Goodbye all!
Then raring back he takes a swing and he is the home run king!

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Rod Mitchell