Introduction:

Ahhdirrty! Yankees! (Yeah.)
Too dirrty to clean their bats up.
If you ain't dirrty, you don't like the Yankees!
Ladies, move! Gentlemen, move!
Somebody ring the alarm! A fire in the room!
Ring the alarm and they're throwin' baseballs.
Ring the alarm and they're throwin' baseballs.
Ring the alarm and they're throwin' baseballs.
Ring the alarm and they're throwin' baseballs.
(Yo who's ready for the game?)
Ring the alarm and they're throwin' baseballs.
Ring the alarm and they're throwin' baseballs.
Ring the alarm and they're throwin' baseballs.

Verse 1:

Uh, let "em loose.
Ooh, they're overdue. Give them some room. They're comin' through.
Paid their dues. They're in the mood. Thousands of fans come to shake the room.
Heads are spinnin' show your hands. "Let's get dirrty." That's their chant.
They need that (uh) to get them off. Sweat until their hats come off.

It's explosive. Fans are excited. Matsui's gettin' ignited.
Bernie dancin' Tanyon is crashin'. No question. Time for some action!
Red Sox watch out (or we'll hurt ya). Fans scream and shout.
Fans, get your girls. Get your boys. Gonna make some noise.

Chorus:

And we get rowdy as the Yankees get a bit crazy.
Slidin' through the dirt in a hurry, Yankees get dirrty.
It's about time that they heard us wild fans screamin'.
We're goin' crazy and steamin'. Cheerin' gettin' just a little naughty.
Yankees so dirrty it's about time they claimed their title!

Verse 2:

Ah, now A-Rod's up. Jeter, Tino, drop your gloves.
Girls like him from front to back. He swings his bat. They like that.
Bases loaded up for sure. Swing a little somethin' on the floor.
He needs that (uh) to get him off. Sweat until his hat comes off.

And his hit it causes commotions as if it's eight in the mornin'.
Crowds ain't stoppin'. They keep it poppin'. Grand slam now everyone's talkin'!
Give all they got (give it to us). We're gettin' hot!
Fans, get your girls, get your boys and make some noise!

(Chorus)

Bridge:

Here he comes. He's the one you've been waiting on.
Mariano's at the plate. Yup, that's who's up, givin' just what we love to the maximum.
Uh oh here he goes.
What to do if the Yankees start to lose?
They point their bats at any place they choose and wherever they hit they gonna blow a fuse.
Uh oh here they go.

Rap:

Them Yanks drop their hats at the Pregame Show.
They keep their bats lookin' like a gem on the road.
Their gloves look like they cooked meals on 'Iron Chef,'
But in spite of this they keep on startin' fresh.
Got the punch that excite their rivals.
With the Babe in them we know they're bound for survival.
Joe Torre brought his gang in here.
They're all live and in person like Unit here. Yeah!
The lines are long. The seats are filled.
They're waiting for sister act like Lauryn Hill.
Frankly, they don't care about bargain deals.
They came in 4WD with foreign wheels. Burnin' up!
Here in the Big Apple just like the Mets.
The game is as good as it can get.
Trolls: let "em out! Fans: let "em in!
The Yanks will win it all as long as they're this rowdy!

(Chorus x3)

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