Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Little League, artist - Ray Stevens. Album song Classic Ray Stevens, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 14.06.1993
Record label: Curb
Song language: English
Little League |
You know, I don’t regret one minute that I spent with my kids |
I guess it was one of the best things that I ever did |
And I don’t begrudge a day I spent trying to meet their needs |
Unless it was that year I volunteered to coach the Little League |
I remember batting practice, I put a baseball on a string |
And I told this kid, «When I nod my head, haul off and hit that thing» |
Gotta give him credit, he did exactly what I said |
'Cause the second that I nodded, he hit me in the head |
Oh, pitch and catch and hit and run, now how hard can it be? |
But if you think it’s just a game, you’re wrong as you can be |
I never had a harder job, more stress and more fatigue |
Than the year I volunteered to coach the Little League |
Well, we lost the season opener and then games two and three |
Nobody could seem to hit the ball and it was sitting on a tee |
Then my kid finally hit a little dribbler in the dirt |
And you know, I think he could have beat it out, if he’d only run towards first |
Then I told my wife, «I'm quittin', 'cause every game’s the same |
They whine and cry and fuss and fight and argue and complain» |
And she said, «Well, well, why don’t you just call their parents? |
Maybe they can help you out» |
I said, «Honey, you don’t seem to understand, it’s the parents I’m talking |
about» |
Oh, pitch and catch and hit and run, now how hard can it be? |
Yeah, but if you think it’s just a game, you’re wrong as you can be |
I never had a harder job, more stress and more fatigue |
Than the year I volunteered to coach the Little League |
And then we finally won a game, the other team didn’t show up |
Seems the coach had a nervous breakdown trying to figure out his lineup |
He had a dozen kids and eighteen parents, but there was only one hitch |
Fifteen parents wanted to coach and eleven kids wanted to pitch |
And then the last game of the season was the wildest one by far |
Umpire ran screaming from the field and locked himself in the car |
And as the parents beat and rocked the car, trying to make it tip |
I’m back on the field, giving the kids a lecture on good sportsmanship |
Oh, pitch and catch and hit and run, now how hard can it be? |
Yeah, but if you think it’s just a game, you’re wrong as you can be |
I never had a harder job, more stress and more fatigue |
Than the year I volunteered to coach the Little League |
Oh, why’d I ever volunteer to coach the Little League? |
Yeah, then there was that game we tied, nothing to nothing |
Brickbat came sailing out of the stands, laid the umpire out cold |
One of the little mothers threw it |
Said the umpire was a four-eyed, lying, cheating, no-good bozo |
She ought to know, she’s been married to him for fourteen years |
You know, this is a dangerous job |
I think I’m gonna get a job on a SWAT team or something |
Whoo, you could get hurt out here |