Focus on the Game

Ah, The Oakland Coliseum Its's 1988 and the season's going well I'm at the height of my career So why do I feel sad? These days don't recognize my own face in the mirror I'm a monster, not the man I wanna be But focus on the game, José, the game, José Don't be a fool, don't throw it all away Haven't talked to mom in two weeks (Mark, it's your mother) Things at home are even more bleak Focus on the game, Mark, the game, Mark Focus on the game, Mark, oh-oh So don't look at me 'cause I'm all alone in left field Thinkin' bout all the fucked up shit that I did to get here Did I lose my soul? When did I lose control? But they tell me to focus on the game, Mark Lord knows I'm trying And I never leave the shower So they never see me crying You're just a scared little boy in the body of a giant A freakshow of science But then my friend says You're the man JC You're the man BigMac You're the only one who knows what it truly means to bash And if one day they should come for us And strip us of our crowns I know that if I am going down You're also going down The ball's hit pretty well to left field Oh-oh, oh-oh You can chalk up number twenty-one for Canseco Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh He hit it outta here Oh-oh, oh-oh And the big guy from Florida has just struck again Oh-oh Man, did he hit that baseball