Lyrics:
to the Sun
I'm Wagner J. Jr Who Makes the Baseball Fly
I'm gonna hit the ball to the Moon
I'm gonna hit the ball to the Stars
I'm gonna hit the ball to the Sun
These old dog days of summer
Lord, I'll be glad when they're gone
It's too hot to fish, too hot for golf
And too cold at home
Well, that baseball game
we trust
That's why, why we live here
Damn right, we ain't going anywhere
Home of the brave, baseball, and cold beer
It's pretty clear
That's why we
Don't turn mailboxes into baseballs
Don't get busted selling at seventeen
Most thoughts deserve two or three more
Motoroil is motoroil
Just keep
make sure the night you hurl the pipe there's no baseball game
Look for flyers, check the phoenix,
are there any decent shows,
if Keith Bennett
make sure the night you hurl the pipe there's no baseball game
Look for fliers, check the phoenix, are there any decent shows,
If Keith Bennett isn't
baseball, they play football under lights
They play card games and we watch them every night
Need distraction, need entertainment tonight
Need random
Grandma grandpa love to cook
Baseball with brother
Dancing with sister
You can count on me
We are family
Mommy and daddy
Brother and sister
Grandma
For-sake the power
Beat on the brat
Beat on the brat
Beat on the brat with a baseball bat
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh-oh
I beat on the brat
By my post, I'm standing guard
Baby hopes for roses in the front yard
I don't know my enemy's name
Baby takes the little one to a
Baseball game
baseball
Ain't gotta worry 'bout what I do 'cause I'm gon' get me some dough
Stack my money up, and then I buy a old school on 24s
I'm a motherfuckin'
of defense
You could sell your baseball cards just to pay your rent, yeah
I don't mind waiting if it takes a long, long time
And I don't mind wasting
baseball
스펠링은 b a s e b a l l
축구는 영어로 soccer
스펠링은 s o c c e r
농구는 basketball
수영은 swimming
야구는 baseball
축구는 영어로 soccer
What happened to the kid in the baseball cap?
Well he's trying to get home but I 'think he lost the 'map
What happened to the kid with the 'braces
on that fat bastard could bring any man to tears
We had our words, a common spat
So I kissed him upside the cranium with an aluminum baseball bat
My name
Roy taught me how to play baseball and do the foxtrot on the harp
Taught me how to swim and fish and tell the difference between bass and carp
Taught
welcome to Baseball Country
Oh yeah
It's a rookie on the rise, a walk-off high
A 10th inning firework fourth of July
Feels like a win when we plug in
Turn
love it all the time
I mean, No, yes, well
I mean he's a good friend of mine
I'm gonna uh AH watching my friend baseball
Weeding in the garden picking
jak paintball
Twardy kij jak baseball
Kij jak baseball, twardy kij jak baseball
Jestem wiele więcej warty niż styl
Mam instynkt
Siedzę w studio, no
The angel rides with hunchbacked children, poison oozing from his engine
Wieldin' love as a lethal weapon, on his way to hubcap heaven
Baseball
religion
Apple pie, baseball, honky-tonk, dancehall
[?]
We mind our manners and we talk real slow
Down here buddy, that's the way it goes
We drive
hey, hey
Why do I keep coming back?
Why do I keep coming back?
I'm a mailbox, you're a baseball bat
You don't care how I feel
You just don't care
to
They won't answer, they can't talk
I took a fish head out to see a movie
Didn't have to pay to get it in
They can't play baseball, they don't wear
Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac
Sputnik, Zhou En-Lai, "Bridge on the River Kwai"
Lebanon, Charlse de Gaulle, California baseball
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