CHORUS 3:
Let's get the umpire's goat, goat, goat;
Let's make him go up in the air.
Let's yell, "Oh, you robber!
Go somewhere and die.
Back to the bush,
You've got mud in your eye!
Oh, what an awful decision!
Why don't you put spectacles on?"
Let's holler like sin,
And then our side will win,
When the umpire's nanny is gone.
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