One point five the Batter Man
Is waiting for the touch of his hand
Hitting dummies without a plan
Like the every daily
Wish that bothers the Batter Man
Could I do something to make him laugh
On the scraper made for war
So he lived the
Batter Man, Batter Man
With his bat in his hand
So he stands
To watch the whole Rat' Universe
From atop
Way up high in the sky
With the sun in his eyes
Ain't it nice
The life forever for
Batters
One point five the Batter Man
Is waiting for the touch of his hand
Fallen to pieces still without a plan
Yet the every daily
Hope that powered the Batter Man
Would never cower off of its path
Even if broken I am more than Wood
So he lived the
Batter Man, Batter Man
With his bat in his hand
So he stands
To watch the whole Rat' Universe
From atop
Way up high in the sky
With the sun in his eyes
Ain't it nice
The life forever for
Batters