Look Out Mom

Denard Span seems a fine young man
 Doesn't curse, abuse or litter
 And when the Twin City Twins are racking up wins
 It all starts with the lead-off hitter
 And now a fine young man looks after his clan
 And he gets them killer seats by the dug-out
 They're having so much fun in the midday sun
 But, oh, you gotta be on the lookout
 Look out, mom, look out, mom
 You better keep your eye on me
 But look out, mom, look out, mom
 I never want you to be foul ball fatality
 Another foul ball fatality
 Because the batted ball hurts even that much worse
 Than the one that a pitcher throws
 They get sprayed all around at the speed of sound
 You never know where it's gonna go
 Bob Feller threw a fast one and it got plastered
 Like a missile to his mother's eye
 Just watching her son play and it was even Mother's Day
 It could have been the day that she died
 But look out, mom, look out, mom
 Don't want another casualty
 Look out, mom, look out, mom
 I never want you to be foul ball fatality
 Another foul ball fatality
 You might be thinking that the game is dull
 Then Manny Mota hits a screaming line drive
 Catches poor Alan Fish on the skull
 He left the stadium alive but he only lived another five days
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 So let this be a lesson, when the game is progressing
 And you're messing around in the stands
 And you've had a few beers and you're bending some ears
 Maybe talking 'bout your favorite new bands
 You've gotta stay on your toes because everybody knows
 That the rock can come fast and hard
 Better keep your head up, use a mitt or a cup
 Or they'll be carrying you out of the yard
 So look out, mom, look out, mom
 Don't want another casualty
 But look out, son, look out, little one
 I never want you to be a foul ball fatality
 Another foul ball fatality
 Another foul ball fatality