Outfield Blues — текст песни (Romanovsky And Phillips)

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