It used to take a special kind of guy
Cat was only swinging for the sky
To rock that sphere so far and high
Where baseballs go to die
No need to steal or play defense
Attack built on guile or pretense
Hit and run, move 'em over, makes no sense
Jack it over the fence
The all or nothings, three true outcomes
The all or nothings, walk, fan or hit home-runs
To watch the all or nothings isn't always much fun
The all or nothings
If one could just average .262
You're in the hall like Thome and Killebrew
Not so Gorman Thomas or Rob Deer
But they're immortalized here
Remember Chris Carter? (Adam Dunn!)
More likely to trot, too hard to run
Don't forget Kong, man, he was king
Of the all or nothings
The all or nothings, three true outcomes
The all or nothings, walk, fan or hit home-runs
To watch the all or nothings isn't always much fun
The all or nothings
Launch angles
F.I.P, exit velocity
Why even bother with stealing signs?
DH strikes out two hundred times
There's a party at the Mendoza Line
And Joey Gallo is fine
The all or nothings, three true outcomes
The all or nothings, walk, fan or hit home-runs
To watch the all or nothings isn't always much fun
The all or nothings, the all or nothings
The all or nothings, three true outcomes
The all or nothings, walk, fan or hit home-runs
To watch the all or nothings isn't always much fun
The all or nothings
