The first thing I remember is the game that I loveA man on a diamond with a golden gloveDaddy with me in the cheap seats aboveSaying, boy, keep your eye on the ballThe crack of the bat, the stadium's roaringWe were up on our feet for the tie-breaking scoreI said, Daddy, I know what you brought me here forHe said, good, I hoped you'd hear the callLife's a fastball, belt highComing right down the middleDon't stand thereDon't stand thereLet it go by, swing hard and aim for the standsMy field of dreams was covered in stoneAn old gravel parking lot next to my homeDead on the mound until the daylight was goneSaying, boy, keep your eye on the boneCause it's hay batter, hay batter, swing batter, swingThe world is an infield, always chatteringIf you don't concentrate, they'll spoil your timingAnd you'll walk away, cussing them allLife's a fastball, bell's highComing right down the middleDon't stand thereAnd let it go bySwing hard and aim for the standsAnd thank God for your fansThank God for your fansThank God for your fansThank God for your fansDad threw a party when I got the callAll the years on the farm team finally paid offNow I'm in the big leagues, aiming for the fallEvery summer's a long playoff runAs I walk to the plate, I look in the standsI see myself and I see my old manI hear my family and all of my friendsCheering, boy, keep your eye on the ballIt's a fastball, belt highComing right down the middleI'm gonna mail one to the grandstandsGood glory, this one's for the fansFor the fansThank God for the fansThank God for the fansAnd my old manMy old man