Right Field Lyrics
We're behind you here in right field! One down!
Two to go! Hum it now! Yeah! Show 'em the magic! This chump can't hit!"
[Whispering to himself] "Please God, don't help him hit it to me.
Anywhere but to right field. Please God, I bet you."
[Shouting] "Come on now! No batter! No batter! Big whiffer! Big whiffer!"
[Whispering] "Oh please, don't let him hit it to me. My God, not to me."
[Shouting] "Steam it baby! Steam it!"
[Whispering] "Oh God no, Oh God no, Oh God no, Oh God no."
[Ball is hit]
[Russel: Shouting] "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
[Whispering] "Oh good! It's not to me."
[Shouting] "Good catch, Steven! Nice glove!
You da man! Two away now! Lookin' good!
We're all looking good out here! Come on Robert!
This lump of crap can't hit!"
[Whiserping] "Oh God, he's a leftie! A big leftie!
Total power to hit it. He's gonna pile it right to me and there's nothing I can do to stop him."
[Shouting] "Pitch 'em the funny one, Robert! Big whiffer! Big whiffer!"
[Whispering] "Oh he is a natural athlete and I am so worthless.
Please God, take his life. Make him die."
[Shouting] "No batter! No batter!"
[Ball is hit]
[Russel: Whispering] "Oh God. This is not happening.
No, don't do this to me. Please. Make it stop."
[Ball hits Russel]
[Russel:] "OWWWW! My elbow!"
[M1:] "Throw it to second! Pick it up already!"
[Russel:] "Take it! Just take the ball!"
[Russel tosses the ball]
[M2:] "Nice throw, you pansy!"
[Russel: Whispering] "Ok, get under control.
Easy now, easy. Say something to the team."
[Shouting] "Good hussle everybody! Yeah! Nice work! Play's at third!"
[Whispering] "That wasn't funny, Lord. I've been so good and for what!?"
[Shouting] "Come on, Robert! Settle down! Just throw straight!
You get it across the plate! We'll take care of the rest!"
[Whispering] "Oh no, another lefty."
[Ball is hit]
[Russel: Shouting] "NOO! Why me again!?"
[Ball hits Russel]
[Russel:] "OWWWW! My neck!"
[Panting & Whining] "I can't breath. I can't breath."
[M2:] "Pick it up and throw it, you moron!"
[Russel: Whining] "Here..come on, here.. Take the ball! Take it!"
[Russel kicks ball]
[M1:] "Way to kick it in, Pele!"
[Russel: Shouting] "Oh hahaha. Pele! Good one! Hehehe..
Ok! Come on! Suck it up guys! We'll get those runs back!
This is where we dig down!
We just need one more out!"
[Whispering] "Oh look! A rightie! Oh Lord, thank you. Thank you so much. I owe you."
[Shouting] "This loser can't hit! No batter! Come on, this is where we take them out!"
[Whispering] "Uh oh, what's happening? Where's the rightie going? What?
Who's this guy? He's a leftie and he's pinch hitting. No! No!"
[Shouting] "Why's he pointing at me!?"
[Ball is hit]
[Russel: Shouting] "Oh my Lord! What have I done to deserve this?!"
[M3:] "I got it! I got it!"
[Running over to the ball near Russel]
[Thud! Crashes into Russel]
[M3:] "Whoa! Sorry about that, Russel. Are you ok?"
[Russel: Shouting] "HELL YEAH! We're up now! It's our turn to kick a little ass!"
[M3:] "All right, Russel. I think you're up first."
[Russel:] "NOOOOO!!"
Adam Sandler Right Field
