Outfield Blues Lyrics - 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