Lyrics:
loaded, it's a three and two count
And here's the pitch
Steppin' up to the plate, first batter
Cool Keith
Black baseball, it was a known fact jack
Baseball banter
Two buddies with a pastime
Little league friends talking banter in the ticket line
Baseball banter
Two buddies in the cheap seats
We'd go swimming in your backyard
cnd play video games, I still remember your scar
Your little brother would tag along
When we would play baseball
centerfield, it's a hit
Up into the sky
I used to carry daddy's baseball glove to the big leagues
And I asked him how he got so good
It's partly the glove
the backyard
There'll be cameras on their shoulders
We'll be readin' cue cards
Leave them long johns on the line
If the kids look dirty, that'll be just fine
talents to the NBA
April showers, dancin' in the rain
Four square games, freezer pops, yes please
Baseball, little league. Little things used to mean much
And everyday it's my pleasure to meet
The league of bald-headed men
And everyday it's my pleasure to meet
The league of bald-headed men
Baseball hatted, blue
the blood of the slain
While his backyard full of skeletal remains
His goal in life, was preparation for death
An autopsy showed affixation, loss of breath
Just wrapped up another season of little league for my boys, another season of little league. Two words to describe Plymouth Massachusets little
So you wanna be in the major leagues
You need to listen to me
You're gonna wish you had a degree
So you can live life just like me
And I can afford
Too many styles for me to engage or debate y'all
Ain't in the same league; don't keep the same score
I seen the legends rock. I seen the greats
Just another baseball game in the People's League
Just another baseball game in the People's League
Pissin' in the long wet grass of the parking lot
I wish my mom was a baseball card
I wish my dad was a baseball card
They'd have the best stats from when they went up to bat
And I bet they can swing
now underway
The corners are hot with only one down
Let's turn the 'ole double play
Little League Baseball
I'll take the Frito pie special
And throw in
Now I turn to backyards
Boys and girls in baseball games
Foul ball the kids chase after
Saving for a souvenir
Chewing gum and candy wrappers
In
the backyard
There'll be cameras on their shoulders
We'll be readin' cue cards
Leave them long johns on the line
If the kids look dirty, that'll be just fine
to know
"Do they still play the blues in Chicago
When baseball season rolls around?
When the snow melts away, do the Cubbies still play
In their
With my dreams and gang
We move as a pack
Yeah
Baseball baseball baseball
Baseball baseball
That a major league sport
From American
Played it down
to know
"Do they still play the blues in Chicago
When baseball season rolls around?
When the snow melts away, do the Cubbies still play
In their
And there’s only one thing I can do
Thats to shit all over this fastball
To impress the fuck out of you
Cause I play baseball and it’s pretty hard to do
I
pleasure to meet
The league of bald-headed men.
Baseball hatted, blue capped.
And every day it's my pleasure to meet
The great league of bald-headed
Yeah, it's your boy Young Thad, man
I'm a baseball fan, man
I like the major leagues, but I like minor league ball too
This is minor league, man
Wasn't lending no hand to me
Like a garden I plant the seed
Hit the gas for a faster speed
We gonna swing like the baseball league
Kicking doors
Wasn't lending no hand to me
Like a garden I plant the seed
Hit the gas for a faster speed
We gonna swing like the baseball league
Kicking doors
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