Some for the money, some for the show,
Some for the credit, some expect it from the get go,
Some get bush-leagued, some win the rings,
Some get high, reflecting glory that the Good Lord brings.
Shortstop, standing in the lurch,
Bridging faith and field research,
High-wire balance, every move is inspired,
Hedge you bets and handicaps,
Shortstop's here to mind the gaps,
Lord, who will rise up when that number's retired?
Who will rise up?
Who will rise up?
Who will rise up?
Some get lazy, fake like they're lame,
Some warm benches, got no passion for the big game,
Who's got spirit? Who do you love?
Who's right hand is firmly planted in a golden glove?
Shortstop, standing in the lurch,
Bridging faith and field research,
High-wire balance, every move is inspired,
Hedge you bets and handicaps,
Shortstop's here to mind the gaps,
Lord, who will rise up when that number's retired?
And the moral of the story?
And the moral of the story?
Never send a towel-snappin', cup-adjusting, glory-grabbin', full 'bologna, sanctimony-spewing rookie in to do a big man's job.
Yessiree Bob.
Shortstop, standing in the lurch,
Bridging faith and field research,
High-wire balance, every move is inspired,
Hedge you bets and handicaps,
Shortstop's here to mind the gaps,
Lord, who will rise up when that number's retired?
Shortstop, standing in the lurch,
Bridging faith and field research,
High-wire balance, every move is inspired,
Hedge you bets and handicaps,
Shortstop's here to mind the gaps,
Lord, who will rise up when that number's retired?
Who will rise up? Who will rise up? Who will rise up? Who will rise up?
