Lyrics America's Favorite Pastime - Matt Mason

East Texas football,
High school Friday night
Ten thoushand screaming fans gone crazy.
Carolina b-ball,
Face paint blue and white.
Three point shot.
Is he gonna make it?
Maybe.
Hoosiers, Sooners, winners, losers.
Cowboys, Titans,
So exciting!
That ain′t what I'm talking about.
America′s favorite pastime,
The oldest game under the sun.
A man and a woman,
One on one.
Baby, there ain't nothin' beats your kissin′ and huggin′.
Day or all night lovin',
It′s sure fine.
America's favorite pastime is always on my mind.
Daytona, NASCAR,
Doin′ 180,
Rubber burnin', left turnin′.
Keep it off the wall.
Red Sox, Dodgers, Cubs, and Yankees.
Grown up kids gettin' paid to play ball.
Bottom of the 9th.
Go, team go!
Roundin' third, headin′ for home.
That ain′t what I'm talkin′ about.
America's favorite pastime.
The oldest game under the sun.
A man and a woman,
One on one.
Baby, there ain′t nothin' beats your kissin′ and huggin'.
Day or all night lovin',
It′s sure fine.
America′s favorite pastime
Is always on my mind.
You don't need no hundred dollar ticket.
You don′t need no jersey with my name.
The less that you're wearin′, baby, the better you play the game.
America's favorite pastime.
The oldest game under the sun.
You and me, baby,
One on one.
Baby, there ain′t nothin' beats your kissin' and huggin′.
Day or all night lovin′,
It's sure fine.
America′s favorite pastime
Is always on my mind,
Is always on my mind.