Romanovsky & 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
