Start spreading the news; I'm pitching today,
I've got to get the batter out, No walks, no walks!
Ignore all the boos; My high ERA,
Just gotta throw some strikes right now,
No walks, No walks.

My poor old slider is just drifting outside the plate,
My fastball's straight as a pin, they send it upstate.

Those fellows in blue won't give me a break,
I've got a wretched choice to make
with men on base.
If I can throw my curve, the lead I might preserve,
It's up to you, no walks, no walks.

I want an inning where the batters go one, two, three
Instead I'm stuck on this hill, guys all on base, squeezed by the umps, death by degrees...
These soft-tossin' blues, will send me away,
I'll make a brand new start of it
In Triple A

If I can make it there,
Maybe I'll get back here,
It's up to you, no walks, no walks.