In the autumn you go gunnin' for the crown that have been waitin'
And your ire that show is burning so you'll catch on at the big game
And the haters are all singin' as they trash you by the night
But the winners aren't chokin' so you will run to the beat

Take 'em down, Yanks, win it again, hits churnin' 'round and 'round
Take 'em down, Yanks, win it again

When you know there's no high flyer so you'll beat the homely trend*
In a room with your good-luck charm, but you're sure you'll make it end
Then you hit a little wild one, and you'll bring it only sorrow
All the time you know Jim's snickerin', he'll be on his knees tomorrow

Knock 'em dead, Yanks, win it again, hits churnin' 'round and 'round
Knock 'em dead, Yanks, win it again

Now they swear and whine and beg them that you're not a abidin' man;
Then you find you're back in New York with a winner in your hand
Your trump cards can win you trophies
so you bide them when you're ready
In the land of win at all cost you must make plays on the table

Take 'em down, Yanks, win it again, hits churnin' 'round and 'round
Take 'em down, Yanks, win it again