The possibilities are endless
on Baseball's Opening Day.
The popcorn's fresh, the beer is cold,
on Baseball's Opening Day.

Brett can bat a thousand,
Cleveland can go all the way.
Anything at all is possible
on Baseball's Opening Day.

Saberhagen can win thirty,
Ryan can no hit five,
Ripkin will last forever,
and keep his streak alive.

Anything can happen.
Anything at all.
The beer man can be right there
before you ever call.

Every team is perfect.
Every arm is fine.
Every ball is waiting to be hit
in-between the lines.

Tomorrow...
Tomorrow things'll be different,
but tomorrow's another day.
For now the possibilities are endless
because it's Opening Day.

April 1992