Текст (слова) песни: Romanovsky And Phillips - Outfield Blues
The birds are singin` me a tune I`m hangin` on `til the month of June And all the flowers are in bloom In the outfield The split us up into teams No one wanted to get stuck with me So I`m as far as I can be I`m in the outfield Try as I might It`s an uphill fight And I never can catch that ball Each time we arrive In choosing up sides I`m left standing against the wall Basketball`s another sport That`s not much fun when you`re so short I try to dribble, but I just drool And I know that that doesn`t look too cool I don`t like soccer and football`s obscene And what do all those numbers mean? I can`t be bothered to get the rules down So I just run in circles making animal sounds Well sometimes I`m hopin` That my bones will get broken Just so I can be excused From all the harrassment That I get from my classmates Who always blame me when they lose I`m up to bat but it won`t be long `Til I`m back where I can do no wrong All alone to sing my song Here in the outfield
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