To the tune of Charlene's "
I've never been to me"
Hey batter, you batter
cursing at the ump
you're a discontented mother
and a regimented chump
I have no doubt
you dream about the things you never do
but I wish someone had a talk to me like I wanna talk to you
Oh, I've been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run
Took the hand of a pitcher man
and we made outs in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces
Because I had to be free
But I ain't never been to Pittsburgh, and I never want to be...
Please batter please batter
don't just walk away
Cause I have this need to tell you
why I'm all fucked up today
I can see so much of me
trying for the Hall of Fame
won't you clap your palms
for a weary arm that has pitched a million games
Oh, I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece
when I pounded the ol' Bud on a yacht
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo
and showed them what I've got
I've been taken deep by kings
and I've seen some things that a pitcher ain't s'pose to see
but I ain't never been to Pittsburgh, and I never want to be...
Hey, you know what Pittsburgh is?
It's a dump
a nightmare created with people and places
as interesting as a stump
but you know what truth is?
it's that little pill you're holding
and it's that man you fought with this morning
the same one you are gonna strike out tonight
that's truth that's 'ball
Sometimes I've been to crying for unearned runs
that might have cost me a "complete"
but I, I took the sweet juice
I never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet
I spent my life exploring
the subtle doctoring
that costs too much to be free
hey batter I ain't never been to Pittsburgh
and I never want to be...
Ain't never been to Pittsburgh, and I never want to be...