Lyrics:
I wish my mom was a baseball card
I wish my dad was a baseball card
They'd have the best stats from when they went up to bat
And I bet they can swing
a child
Comic books, baseball cards, and grandpa's metals
There are some baseball cards from 1982
I still remember that old gum was so hard to chew
I used
And then baseball season starts and I forget about my broken heart
And I find a new superstar and I trade away your baseball card
General manager
mind
If we used his name
I'd give up my Baseball cards
And you can have my set of Matchbox Cars
If I could only Call you Dad
From that day on I've
drive
And trying to figure out what signs
Yes, I was a very sick child
When I was 12 and 13
I was selling baseball cards
Which were very popular
In
you
We're going steady, we're going steady,
Going steady with you
You gotta choose me if you want me
Flip some baseball card
You cross that line if you
The angel rides with hunchbacked children
Poison oozing from his engine
Wieldin' love as a lethal weapon
On his way to hubcap heaven
Baseball
Old days
Good times I remember
Fun days
Filled with simple pleasure
Drive-in movies
Comic books and blue jeans
Howdy Doody
Baseball cards
Old days
Good times I remember
Fun days
Filled with simple pleasure
Drive-in movies
Comic books and blue jeans
Howdy Doody
Baseball cards
on them little freaky hoes
I got the ones who with it
But it's a secret though
In the presidential sweet all broads
Trade 'em like baseball cards
Probly all
If anything it should have been a better thing,
From underneath you
Staring at the ceiling
It's another world of chocolate bars
And baseball
The angel rides with hunchbacked children, poison oozing from his engine
Wieldin' love as a lethal weapon, on his way to hubcap heaven
Baseball
gum or baseball cards or overcoats or dreams
Someone's hosing down the sidewalk, and he's only in his teens, 'cause
'Cause small change got rained
chewing gum or baseball cards or overcoats or dreams
Someone's hosing down the sidewalk, and he's only in his teens, 'cause
'cause small change got rained
of defense
You could sell your baseball cards just to pay your rent, yeah
I don't mind waiting if it takes a long, long time
And I don't mind wasting
There was a maple tree in our front yard
When I was growin up, I'd climb up to the top
And watch my brother trading baseball cards
My Daddy
and wood to nail the seat on
Girls skippin' rope in the street
The Summer heat, left the jelly prints stuck to they feet
Skelly chief, flippin' baseball
out young centerfold
Cause your out of control
Your the winner of the dating game
But you cannot give enough
Collecting pretty eyes like baseball cards
Roger Staubach in my back yard
Had a shoe box full of baseball cards
And a couple of Evel Knievel scars on my right arm
I was a kid when Elvis died
Roger Staubach in my back yard
Had a shoe box full of baseball cards
And a couple of Evel Knievel scars on my right arm
I was a kid when Elvis died
of earring backs lost under someone's bed
And baseball cards and army men and model planes galore
And every tiny plastic high-heel Barbie ever wore
/ GC G
streets seemed endless
With adventures all the time
NES, my video games
Baseball cards, and arcade days
Someone's calling me from a payphone
Someone's
talents to the NBA
April showers, dancin' in the rain
Four square games, freezer pops, yes please
Baseball, little league. Little things used to mean much
Persuasion
Strange Days by the Doors
The music of the Summer
And the days at Sunny Shores
Walk a mile to buy
A pack of Baseball cards
Pulled a Micky Mantle
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