Home Run King

Well I saw it clear today that we were all more than only refugees

And the heads of state called out all of their reserves

So they could postpone World War III

I can hear the morning crier yellin read all about it here's the truth

You are either just the newspaper boy or you're either Babe Ruth

Now how could we have been put upon this planet

Fools enough to think that we could be

The first to form a civilized envolvement from the charismatic sea

There's a ten year old in the alley

Throws a hard ball off the wall that is the truth

He knows you're either just the newspaper boy or you're either Babe Ruth

The home run king

SOLO

We can all dream up some explicit rationalized dream

Of exactly who we are

While the rockin rolling home run king

Keeps the black madonna sleepin with a star

Now it doesn't matter how much bread you can spend

So you can hold the center booth

You are either just the newspaper boy or you're either Babe Ruth