We didn’t want to lose this, this here game,
that we played. To win this
will surely make a winning team.
Alex Wood was better
than those desert snakes.
He pitched thunder! Lightning!
The way he scared Snakes was frightening
Nobody knocks, knocks on Wood, baby.

First two RBI’s were Alex’
But Freddie Freeman can blast.
Homer and 3 for 5,
Made him the hitting star.
Andrellton Simmons is hitting,
So all Man Crushes grow.
Thirteen hits of lightning
The way Braves pounded was frightening,
There’s no knock, knock, on Wood, baby.

It’s no secret we’re rebuilding
And so it goes.
When they win some, we’re happy,
And we can’t get enough.
One win in the desert.
It surely means so much.
Braves played thunder! Lightning!
In that town they are frightening.
It’s a lock, lock with Wood, baby.

You’ve got a lock, lock, lock with Wood.