I’m hearing, “Strike three”, man, that call; it was bad
I seethe and sneer
I know you don’t know a strike from your ass
your crank from your rear
I grumbled, then said, “Man, you stink, you’re an inept
pathetic ass”
He said to me, “Friend, you will live to regret this”
And then he laughed

“Had my fill, you are wrong, I think
you are crazy and boy
you’d better watch the things you say
Best to chill and think a bit
or get thrown out of the game”

You know you’ve been slumping, your average is bad
You’re real uptight
Depressed that you’ve left men on base, yeah, and man
that sure does bite
You press and you swing like a dame, yes, the fans howl
“You stink”, they boo
You’ve taken the collar, you bum, you won’t play now
You’re benched now, dude

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“That last pitch was a ball, you fink”
and you stay annoyed at that ump
you rant; get in his face
He said, “Chill, and stifle it”
Then he told me, “Go away”

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Protested; I spewed out some phrases; I raged on
Said things to dude
“You stink”, I did holler, then thumb he displayed out
He said, “You’re through”

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That was it, I was gone, “ka-ching”
have to face it; a dumb mistake
My ass thrown from the game
Think I’ll be suspended and
coach will bench me; won’t get paid…

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