My hands gone cold i'm wondering why I..
am writing this at all
the money I earn greens my ego...
and I can't think of nothing else
and even if I did it would all be red,
but your picture on my wall
it reminds me, that its not so bad,
its not so bad.

I hit too much last night, a trillion balls
my arms just feel in pain
I missed the team and there'll be hell today
I'm late for training again
and even if i'm there, they'll all imply, that i might not
be worth the pay
and then you call me and it's not so bad
its not so bad and

I want to thank you, for giving me all the money i would like
Oh just to be with it, is having the best day of my life

Push the door, i'm here at last, i'm i'm soaking through and through
then you handed me that bat and all i see is you
and even if the team falls down now, I wouldn't give a crap
because i have money

I want to thank you, for giving me all the money that i like
Oh just to hit cleanup, would be having the best day, of my life