Sipe's Park Lyrics

Nine different tee shirts, nine different colors

That's how you know who's on your baseball team this summer

School's out, Sipe's Park

Take the kids from the east side, kids from the west side

Kids from the country out to the Brooklyn Park boundary

Line 'em up, Sipe's Park

Stan had a list, put us in a line

Roll the gear bag out, now I think it's time

Play ball, Sipe's Park

I wish every kid had a Stan Getchell in their life

Set it all up, take it all down, make it all come out right

We loved our baseball and our nine-colored tee shirt

Stan was the umpire, not a parent in the bleacher

That's just fine at Sipe's Park

I wish every kid had a Stan Getchell in their life

Set it all up, take it all down, make it all come out right

We're on our bikes after the game

Stopping at the Tastee Freeze, hey there's Slimmer McLean

He says, "just another day, sweet summer day

Gonna be another day at Sipe's Park."