The Baseball Project Lyrics - The All Or Nothings

The Baseball Project - The All Or Nothings

It used to take a special (kind of guy)
Cat was only swingin' (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: 3 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

Launch angles
F.I.P.
Exit velocity

Why even bother with (stealing signs)
DH strikes out (200 times)
There's a party at the (Mendoza Line)
and Joey Gallo is fine

Written by:
PETER LAWRENCE BUCK, SCOTT MCCAUGHEY

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group

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