This is a story about a friend of mine.
This friend of mine was
having a real hard time.
This friend of mine was a baseball.
Well, he grew tired of getting hit with a bat.
You
can't blame him at all for
being tired of that.
This friend of mine, he really needed
Well, he looked around
for something to do
He looked around for something new
But no ideas came into his head
I suggested he look for work
As a heart surgeon or a checkout clerk
But he became withdrawn
and he laid around
in bed
That's when it came to him,
an incredible plan
He said, I'll never get hit with a bat again
He said, I'm gonna roll around,
I'm gonna roll around
I'm gonna roll around the world
Well, he rode east from the
Pacific
With no destination in specific
He rode through the
Rockies and through the plains
Well, he rode straight through
North
Dakota and through the woods of
Minnesota
He could feel that blood
pumping in his veins
Well, he was tied to the cork
when he finally reached
New
York
He's a little tired of rolling, he said,
I think I better give up bowling
He was tired of the spinning and
the wheels and the honks
When he finally turned into the
Bronx
He saw a
Yankee
Stadium and something
just called his name
Well, that's when it came to him
An incredible plan
He said, I need to get hit
With a bat again
Because I've rolled around
I've rolled around
I've rolled around the world
So he jumped down from the stands
and right into the pitcher's hands
An d the bat hit my friend
and he went flying
Well there was nothing more
fun in this whole
world
Than to be hit with a bat after being hurled
By a pitcher who knows just how to throw
An d then suddenly in deep right field
I stood up and became revealed
And using a popcorn box as a mitt -like shield
I caught my friend and took him home
One, two, three
That's when it came to him
He couldn't finally understand
He didn't have to roam
Around the world again
He was happy to
So happy to
He was happy to be home
My friend, he liked when I
shined up his little head
Little white, well, little white ball
Looked dirty from the soil on that
f***in' head of ours
We talked a little bit about
philosophy
Cassidous,
Plato,
Aristotle, he knew them all
For a cork brain he wasn't too slow on
the draw if you know what I mean
And that bat, that didn't hit him too hard,
he had all those rubber binders inside.
He was a good ball, best ball I ever had.
One time he wanted to be a softball, I said,
though, you look like a swollen baseball.
He got rid of that idea.
He liked
Juice
Newton, I don't know why.
I used to play him a lot of
Juice
Newton in the morning.
Rock and roll is here to stay
Rock and roll will never die
Rock and roll is here to stay
Rock to tell the world, yes indeed it do