I spent the summer at the ball park
I went down there every day
I was there more than most players
But, I never saw them play

The reason I was down there
Is one you need to hear
I was in  love with a concessionaire
I loved the girl who sold the beer

She'd sell her beer and peanuts
While they were playing 'tween the lines
They were taking batting practice
I was just there killing time

The team won eighty games that year
And I was there for half
I never went out on the road
But, I never saw one, there's the laugh

I'd stand off till the lines died down
Then she'd come back from the stands
While they were filling up her tray
We'd talk and just hold hands

It didn't go much further though
She was heading off to school
She was off to Minnesota
Where minus 20 was called cool

I got my tickets for next season
And next summer'll be the same
Unless my beer girl stays away
Then I'll have to watch the game

I spent the summer at the ball park
I went down there every day
I was there more than most players
But, I never saw them play

The reason I was down there
Is one you need to hear
I was in  love with a concessionaire
I loved the girl who sold the beer