Nara Visa - Pecos Lyrics

The Clown Prince of Baseball
From out of Topeka
Drives the bus from
Ratón to Artesia
Mickey got corn dodger
Tyrell got McDonalds
There's four of us
Over at the Martinez's
(And they cook enchiladas)
Osahi he can almost throw 90
Some old bird dog scout
Says he used to play for the Rockies
And my boy spitball Steve
Ya, he throws that Vaseline
Then there's me
I'm just tryna hit .330
And the rookie with the radio
Thinks he can make the show
On Aspercreme
Pine tar and NoDoz
But those don't do nothin for
The lonely nights
The lonely nights
Sometimes I think of her
With her scorecard
Behind the backstop
Yellin let's go Riverdogs
Back when I was in
The Carolina leagues
Oh maybe this is the season I hit .330
Well the Invaders starter
Had a real mean hook
No one could touch em
Till the rook
Caught a spike in his knuckle
Tryna stretcha double
On that Sunday double header
As for me I still dream
And when I dream man, I dream
Of the seams, of the seams
Oh man, I see em, I see em, I see em
Spinning