(Verse 1) Down in Wilton Manors where the palm trees sway, Hagen Park and we came to play, Sun’s up high and the court’s full spark, Serving heat in the city park. Paddles lined like a velvet rope, Who’s got next?—don’t tease, don’t choke, Four step in with a knowing glance, Meet me, darling—let’s take a chance. (Pre-Chorus) No ghost spots, don’t play coy, If you’re not here, we skip you, boy, Stack it up, let the next crew in— We like rotation… and a little spin. (Chorus) Keep it low, keep it sweet, Slide on up, get close to me, Soft little touch, then send that spark— Getting cheeky at Hagen Park. Turn me round, make it slow, Then surprise me—let it go, Laugh it off, leave your mark— Serving sass in Wilton Park. (Verse 2) Winners stay if they’ve got the flair, Losers walk with a toss of hair, Eleven points and you win by two, But baby… I’m still watching you. Side-eye sharp with a playful bite, “Was that in?”—well, it felt right, Call it fair, keep it cute, We flirt, we rally, we stay resolute. (Pre-Chorus) Feel that rhythm, don’t be shy, Quick hands low and a wandering eye, Step right up if you’ve got that spark— Find your match at Hagen Park. (Chorus) Keep it low, keep it sweet, Slide on up, get close to me, Soft little touch, then send that spark— Getting cheeky at Hagen Park. Turn me round, make it slow, Then surprise me—let it go, Laugh it off, leave your mark— Serving sass in Wilton Park. (Bridge) Golden hour and the boys walk by, Tank tops low and the spirits high, Every glance got a story to tell, Every rally… oh you play it well. Tap-tap-soft then a sudden drive, Keep me guessing, keep me alive, In this court, in this light— Everything feels just right. (Break – spoken / chanty) “Score it, baby—what’s the call?” “Ten to ten—we’re giving all!” “Win by two? Oh take your time…” “We like a long game—feels divine.” (Final Chorus – bigger, campier) Keep it low, keep it sweet, Everybody moving to the beat, Step in close, don’t play it stark— We get friendly at Hagen Park. Turn, return, feel that groove, Every rally’s a little move, Laugh it loud, light the dark— All love lives in Wilton Park. (Outro) Stack it up, strike a pose, Sunset glow and everybody knows— In Wilton Manors, after dark… It all goes down at Hagen Park.
