Trash Can Sinatras I'm Immortal
Out for a spell, I was slated. I'd lost a yard, I was hated I dug a rug out in the dugout, lazing, I joined in the turnout That's no life at all Out for a spell, got neglected, lay on the bench unselected Laughing, I joined in the squabbles, over the hill. I'm immortal And that's no life at all I'm immortal and that's not life at all I took a kick in the confidence, down in the tackle I hurt I took a shine to your big size tens Now all around the subject I skirt. Gingerly, gingerly And that's no life at all I just went out for a spell I just went out for a smoke I took a dive I was a sub I thought my number was up But I'm immortal, and that's not life at all Speaking of tongues, baby I'm immortal
