Nelly Kelly loved baseball games,
She knew the players and all of your names.
You could see her up there every day,
Shout "Hurray" as they'd play.
Her boyfriend by the name of Joe
Said, "To Coney Isle, dear, let's go",
Then Nelly started to fret and pout,
And to him, I heard her shout:

Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd;
Why won't you buy me some peanuts and some Cracker Jack,
I don't care if I never get back.
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don't win, it's a shame.
Because it's one, two, three strikes, you're out,
At the old ball game.

Nelly Kelly was sure some fan,
She would root just like any man,
Told the umpire he was wrong,
All along,
Good and strong.
When the score was just two to two,
Nelly Kelly knew just what to do,
Just to cheer up the boys she knew,
She made the gang sing this song:

Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd;
Why won't you buy me some peanuts and some Cracker Jack,
I don't care if I never get back. (I don't care if I never get back)
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don't win, it's a shame.
Because it's one, two, three strikes, you're out,
At the old ball game
At the old ball game
At the old ball game

Strike one!
Strike two!
Strike three!

YOU'RE OUT!