Fame And Fortune
After weeks of practice, I’m ready to get out there.
Me and the rest of the guys love to play a real game.
There’s a cute second baseman with really long hair.
I didn’t know girls could play, but I guess it’s just the same.
I’m the last at bat; they call me the clean-up hitter.
I don’t feel any pressure, because I know I’m good.
They don’t pay me nearly enough, but I’m not bitter.
After all, I’m a tee-ball star, not a star from Hollywood.
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