| I fall on my face and hands
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| The last ball knocked me on the ground
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| «Find us a hitter,» they shout in the stands
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| I’m annoying all the fans
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| I made the team -- and I don’t know how to bunt
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| Made the team -- I just don’t score any runs
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| Made the team -- I’ve got swing and pray
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| I’m gonna get out anyway
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| I’ll go running to the wrong base, oh yeah
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| I’ve got, a Babe Ruth’s waist and an old man’s arm
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| Look at me field -- you’ll get alarmed
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| Don’t always throw where I’m taught, there’s no doubt
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| Still I keep winnin' -- it’s a miracle how
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| But I made the team -- I get confused every play
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| Made the team -- I guess I’m no Willie Mays
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| Made the team -- my God He did the trade
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| LEAD
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| I fall on my face and my hands
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| I fall at the feet of Christ
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| I’m just a sinner -- a little-league life
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| But I’m important in my Lord’s plans
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| I made the team, and I like it!
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| Yes, I like it! |
| Whoa, I like it, love it, like it, love it
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| Made the team, made the team, made the team and I like it! |