One night at Ameriquest
On a team bound for nowhere
I met up with my manager
He asked me for the ball
I said "What's this all about?
I can punch this next batter out!"
I stalked off to the dugout
Mad enough to punch a wall
But I am no fool, sir,
And then I saw this cooler
To get out my frustration
I thought I'd take a swipe
My teammates will understand
And it's not my pitching hand
But now my pinkie's the same color
As an eggplant when it's ripe
I can improve my command
Improve my location
Work on my mechanics,
In my next start, but alas,
The next time that it comes
To my spot in the rotation
With my pitching hand
I'll pull splinters out of my ass
Kenny "The Ranger" Rogers