Текст песни Romanovsky And Phillips - Outfield Blues
Romanovsky And Phillips - Outfield Blues слова песни
The birds are singin` me a tuneI`m hangin` on `til the month of JuneAnd all the flowers are in bloomIn the outfieldThe split us up into teamsNo one wanted to get stuck with meSo I`m as far as I can beI`m in the outfieldTry as I mightIt`s an uphill fightAnd I never can catch that ballEach time we arriveIn choosing up sidesI`m left standing against the wallBasketball`s another sportThat`s not much fun when you`re so shortI try to dribble, but I just droolAnd I know that that doesn`t look too coolI don`t like soccer and football`s obsceneAnd what do all those numbers mean?I can`t be bothered to get the rules downSo I just run in circles making animal soundsWell sometimes I`m hopin`That my bones will get brokenJust so I can be excusedFrom all the harrassmentThat I get from my classmatesWho always blame me when they loseI`m up to bat but it won`t be long`Til I`m back where I can do no wrongAll alone to sing my songHere in the outfield