“They're Real First Cousins”

These two young farmer boys, chuckin’ corn husks, liked they played with toys.
Behind a big, tin bog red barn, near Van Meter, Iowa they were born.
Them two grew up holding hands, until they met together, in the game day stands.
All hell broke lose and began, a real budding rivalry that’s good for the fans.

And I know you want to know (do they privately).
Let their feelings show (it doesn’t bother me).
One more for the road (and she’ll probably),
"Love Them Both".

They’re Real First Cousins, and their Pitching Today, Yea Yea.
Oh Come Around This City Park, Where All the Families Play.
But If You Really Want Some Hanky Pank, You Better Look the Other Way.
‘Cuz Their Real First Cousins, and They’re Pitching Today.

Awe throw 'em the curve ball boys ... Solo:

One day they both found success, and met in the playoffs head to head.
Then one, two, three balls left the yard, launched out the park thru a windshield car.
Was the end of their pitching careers, but they work at the park, concessioning beers.
So the reason for this story today, keep your mind out of the gutter, and let’s just play.

And I know you want to know (do they privately).
Let their feelings show (it doesn’t bother me).
One more for the road (and she’ll probably),
"Love Them Both".

They’re Real First Cousins, and their Pitching Today, Yea Yea.
Oh Come Around This City Park, Where All the Families Play.
But If You Really Want Some Hanky Pank, You Better Look the Other Way.
‘Cuz Their Real First Cousins, and They're Pitching Today.

Music and Lyrics, 2017: Peter J. Beauchemin