Get you in the bleachers
and stqnd by your man,
He's not a guy walking in the sand;
He's got it, baby, He's got it, your man.
There's something about his common man talk .
Something about him. Something, yeah, yeah, yeah!
That makes you want to get up
and beside him take a walk.
He plays at his sport
like he's got something to court
and drinks his beer from a cold cold can.
Baby, I tell you, you'd better hold onto your man !
He tackles the ball like he's full of hate.
He tears at the leather as if to see inside.
Baby I'd like to date him and seal my fate.
Baby, baby,baby you'd better hold onto your man.
You'd better stay in the bleachers
and shout for your man.
He's the guy I'd like to walk with in the sand.
He's got it, Baby He's got it, your man !
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah,Yeah,yeah,
Baby, You'd better hold onto your man.