Don’t quit your day job
Working on a Braille typewriter
Wish you could see, you’re a homeless slob,
That’s not a fifteen foot batter

Hey blue, what’d you say
Dust off the plate and your eyes
If you had one more eye up there on your head
They’d call you Cyclops, I’ll confide

That I guess that’s why they call me the Blue
Jeers from the stands, would they stand in my shoes?
Blind as a ding bat, dog’s name is Rover
Walking to my car deep undercover
And I guess that’s why they call me the Blue

This isn’t a race
You can call ball when it’s bad
Flip over the plate and read the directions
I don’t think your dog understands

You call more strikes
Than a union delegate
But let me ask you, is this your cell phone
It shows three missed calls. To restate:

And I guess that’s why they call me the Blue
Jeers from the stands, when the count’s three and two
Blind as a ding bat, career is over
Walking to my car deep undercover
And I guess that’s why they call me the Blue

Spoken:
I've seen better Blues in a box of crayons!
I've gotten better calls from my ex-wife!
If you need help calling it, I'll help you out.

Do you know the rules?
Here’s the rules written in Braille
Hey, Satan called, and he misses you
When you’re done here, you can go back to... (STRIKE THREE!)


And I guess that’s why they call me the Blue
Jeers from the stands, would they stand in my shoes?
Blind as a ding bat, dog’s name is Rover
Walking to my car deep undercover
And I guess that’s why they call me the Blue

(Walking to my car, deep undercover)
And I guess that’s why they call me the Blue
(Walking to my car, deep undercover)
And I guess that’s why they call me the Blue

And I guess that’s why they call me the Blue