Softball

[Intro]
Hey

[Verse]
Softball, catch me on the mound
Had a bad game pitching, but I'm still around
You can gloat in your victory all you want
Had me six calling at a swing and bunt
Good for you when you took a walk
I had a homer down left, but I missed the chalk
But really not a homer, just a foul ball
It was on strike two, so I lost it all
Like Perfecto, you laughed when Ders quit
And gave me a low grade in my face
Telling me it's the best dance music, nah
And the rhythm won't stop, made you move for peace
Then you tell Rocksby it's another fair release
"Short stint, isn't it, Julie?" A triple hit
Sprinting down to first base, fella can't throw for shit
And keep in mind, this is Deacon from the GTz
J's problem was too qualified to smoke too many trees
Could've bounced straight into the stall twenty-five years later, huh
And this young punk taking walks, swinging bunts
If that plane wouldn't've crashed, I'd be getting cash
Swallow my pride up, line up
Good game, enemy, strange front
Should've been with J when she was doing butterflies
Swing to the J when she was with that Tom Selleck guy
If I was on the plane, gone down with her
Now I'm on the mound, triple swing from a twelve hitter
Pan to the shortstop, watching him overthrow
As he rounds first saying "I love Perfecto"
I love Perfecto

[Outro]
Reoccurring image of Julie telling Tommy to let it go
Reoccurring image of Julie telling Tommy to let it go
Reoccurring image of Julie telling Tommy to let it go
Reoccurring image of Julie telling Tommy to let it go
If I was on the plane, gone down with her