Ahhdirrty! Rockin'!
Just love those Yankees! (Yeah.)
Too dirrty to clean their bats up. (A-ha!)
If you ain't dirrty, you don't like the Yankees!
Ladies, scream! Gentlemen, shout!
Somebody ring the alarm! The game is startin' now!
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 to watch this here 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.

Uh, let "em loose.
Ooh, they're on the ball, 26-time World Champions.
On the field, the game's begun. Thousands have filled Yankee Stadium.
Twenty-seventh title bound, they must fight on dirrty ground.
They need that (whoa) to get them off. "Please don't let your hats fall off."

It's explosive. Fans are excited. (Yeah!) Matsui's gettin' ignited.
Bernie swingin' Damon is crashin'. (Yeah!) Posada, show me your passion!
Rivals watch out (you've got trouble). Fans scream and shout.
When the Yankees swing and they score, we call out for more.

And we get rowdy every time the Yankees score somethin'.
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 louder.
Yankees so dirrty it's about time they claimed their title!

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 "Hey, just get it off. Wait until the ball is thrown."

And his hit it causes commotions (yeah) and puts the scoreboard in motion.
True our voices' volume is risin'. (Yeah!) Grand slam we're roarin' like lions!
Give all they got (give it to us). We're gettin' hot!
We hear the girls and the boys makin' some loud noise!

And we get rowdy every time the Yankees score somethin'.
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 louder.
Yankees so dirrty it's about time they claimed their title!

Here it comes. It's the 9th inning "do or die."
Mo just reached the plate. Yup, that's who's up,
Givin' all, payin' tribute to Whitey Ford.
Uh oh here he goes. (Here he goes.)
What to do if it seems the Yanks will lose?
They point their bats at any place they choose
And wherever they hit they gonna blow a fuse.
Oh, yeah! Bring it on! (Bring it on!)

Ohh ohh whoa ooh ohh whoa go Yanks!

Yo, them Yanks got the strength of DiMaggio.
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!
With the swing that'll shock their rivals
And the Babe in their souls, we know they struggle for survival.
My man Torre, once again sincere,
Brought his gang to the clubhouse like Unit here. Yeah!
The lines are long. The seats are filled.
They're waiting for Giambi to get up on the field.
Maybe Mike Mussina, "the Moose that Roared,"
Will give us something more to put on the board.
Turn it up! Here in the Big Apple, just like the Mets,
The games are as good as they can get.
Lou: "Iron Horse." Mickey: you're the man!
The Yanks will win it all as long as they're this

And we get rowdy every time the Yankees score somethin'.
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 louder.
Yankees so dirrty it's about time they claimed their title!

And we get rowdy every time the Yankees score somethin'.
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 louder.
Yankees so dirrty it's about time they claimed their title!

Yeah, we get rowdy every time the Yankees score somethin'.
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 louder.
Yankees so dirrty it's about time they claimed their title!

Go, Yanks!

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