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In honor of opening day I give you this goofy piece of joy: made in a manic hurry for the Cincinnati Reds Community Fund 9 years ago. I stole the chord progression from Bob Nyswonger's ancient Raisin song "Creep Like Me" — he also penned the VO copy in the middle.
Devon Campailla and Amy Harpring did the poem VO.
Chris Arduser on drums.
I sang and played everything else.
God Bless America: We Invented Baseball
Comin' up the middle like it's hot off the griddle
It's a cowhide rocket and ya ain't gonna stop it
It's a little white fruit that ya just can't scoop
And ya can't find the handle 'cause you don't know where it's at
But don't ask the ump 'cause he's blind as a bat