Eating ice chrome at the spaceball game Between the China Reds and the New World Braves The grandstand swayed as the organ played its soulful anthem And the old announcers voice rang through the night in Gotham Where on the street two lovers meet, so discrete Acting cool but talking cruel about their fools He's a brute, she's a mute, it don't compute Unaware that standing there is a gun cocked to shoot Eating ice chrome at the spaceball game Instead of the world of such specifics We speak like freaks The fate of kings, keen the beastly pipers Drums and cymbals, stupid with ciphers Eating ice chrome at the spaceball game Between the China Reds and the New World Braves The grandstand swayed as the organ played its soulful anthem And the old announcers voice rang through the night in Gotham