Dent in the Moon [*]

[Chorus] Swing, out of your shoes And if you should lose this time Keep on swinging and swinging and soon When you connect With all of your strength Look up and you might see a dent in the moon Yeah, you see them craters? That was ‘cause a kid said there’d be none greater In ten years Hammering Hank was at the plate launching balls into space saying see ya later Skinny as a toothpick but he got a knack Watch him swing a broomstick at a bottlecap Watch him rinse and repeat till he’s on the map Going from the cheap seats to the autographs Papa put a bat in my hand and all he said was never ever, ever, ever rock a Dodger hat And whether you win or you didn’t you gotta be getting dirty And we better send your jersey to the laundromat It was in the cards I knew someday I’d be a big league star Playing second base for the Giants wearing number 9 rocking knee-high socks If I just worked hard [Chorus] We had our 6th grade baseball tryouts on the basketball courts So a fastball—had hops We didn’t have a grass field and so coach hit us grounders Off the asphalt—I dropped A lot and so he hit ‘em faster and I took ‘em off my ankles Yelling that’s all you got? And when I saw my name on the roster I went insane Like I was sniffing bath salts, I’m not—here to play soft I’ll go beastmode on a piñata and bite its motherfucking face off Until it rains candy out of its neck-hole I don’t go flexing my pecs, or get swole I wasn’t the fastest And when I moved it kinda looked like I was running through molasses—true It’s silly to give a shit about a game but earth Is a little ball that’s spinning on its axis—too [Chorus] I wasn’t cut out for the bigs, guess I been a fool And middle school was just a bit of cruel ridicule But when you step into the ranks of the man It’s like they push you from the high dive to the kiddie pool (thanks) It’s time to ballroom waltz that plank We’re little minnows in a small shark tank You try to swim without getting blood in the water But you’re all heart and guts like a ballpark frank Never an all-star I had to keep score If I were perfect I would quit and join the Peace Corp I’m not a hero, if I didn’t try my doubts eat at me Like I’m a carcass on the sea floor So say this shit is too corny It tastes better to me than, ‘ooh poor me’ I’m just trying to sing a different tune And then fit into a world that didn’t have room for me [Chorus]