Outfield Blues

<br>The birds are singin` me a tune<br>I`m hangin` on `til the month of June<br>And all the flowers are in bloom<br>In the outfield<br>The split us up into teams<br>No one wanted to get stuck with me<br>So I`m as far as I can be<br>I`m in the outfield<br>Try as I might<br>It`s an uphill fight<br>And I never can catch that ball<br>Each time we arrive<br>In choosing up sides<br>I`m left standing against the wall<br>Basketball`s another sport<br>That`s not much fun when you`re so short<br>I try to dribble, but I just drool<br>And I know that that doesn`t look too cool<br>I don`t like soccer and football`s obscene<br>And what do all those numbers mean?<br>I can`t be bothered to get the rules down<br>So I just run in circles making animal sounds<br>Well sometimes I`m hopin`<br>That my bones will get broken<br>Just so I can be excused<br>From all the harrassment<br>That I get from my classmates<br>Who always blame me when they lose<br>I`m up to bat but it won`t be long<br>`Til I`m back where I can do no wrong<br>All alone to sing my song<br>Here in the outfield