It's just you and me.

Five threw he,

2 on me,3 on he. 

2 strikes hit the glove,

Fans cheering, for a sport they love.

3 fouls scream by me,

A little too close, the stitches I see. 

It's the 'ol 2-3,

Who's gonna win,

Pitcher or me?

He's ready again. 

Everything's quite now. 

The pitcher gives his bow.

He unleashes the fury from his claws,

I swing fast, crowd in applause 

But not for me.

For he threw 3.

Disappointment I can see,

Coach is angry,

my fans leave. 

I guess you never know

About that 'ol 2-3

Which way it could go

This time, not in favor of me.