My daddy teaches me baseball
And to put my eyes on the ball
He yells at me about running home
(But it’s not running home at all)

He tells me, “get your head up”
But I don’t know what that means
And when I try to hold my bat
The silly thing always leans

When I do the part in the ballfield
and the player makes a hit
The glove falls off my hand each time
I’m so mad I want to spit

It’s tough, this thing called baseball
They tell me it’s lots of fun
But the ones who always say that
Are not out here in the sun!