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You been jawin' at me from across the bar, Like I messed with your woman or I stoled your car. What's your problem? I don't even know your name. You got a chip on your shoulder 'bout two-foot wide, If you're lookin' for trouble, son, step it outside. An' if you want me to play, I'll get in the game. An' I'll be singin': "Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter: swing. "Step up to the plate, Hoss: do your thing." My whole day's been goin' south. Last thing I need is you runnin' your mouth. One more strike an', buddy, you struck out. "Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter: swing. "Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter: swing." Well, I didn't come here in the best of moods, An' you ain't helpin' matters with your attitude. Get yourself a whiskey, an' put it on my check. Well after that, if you still wanna go, We can stand face to face an' toe to toe, An' if your buddy wants a piece of me too, tell him he's on deck. An' I'll be singin': "Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter: swing. "Step up to the plate, Hoss: do your thing." My whole day's been goin' south. Last thing I need is you runnin' your mouth. One more strike an', buddy, you struck out. "Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter: swing. "Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter: swing." I don't need this confrontation. Better rethink your situation. Ain't no minor thing to me: Welcome to the major league. Singin': "Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter: swing. "Step up to the plate, Hoss: do your thing." My whole day's been goin' south. Last thing I need is you runnin' your mouth. One more strike an', buddy, you struck out. "Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter: swing. "Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter: swing. "Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter: swing. "Step up to the plate, Hoss: do your thing." Won'tcha do your thing? What's he say. Bring it on, Hoss. |