[Original lyrics here.]

(What's So Funny 'Bout) Jack Cust Striking Out Looking

As he walks to
The base that's first
Waitin' for strikes off the blackness of unhittability.

I ask myself
Is this game lost?
Is there only bases on balls, and LOB?

And each time a pitcher strikes out our side,
There's one thing I wanna know:
What's so funny 'bout Jack Cust striking out looking? Ohhhh-two!
What's so funny 'bout Jack Cust striking out looking?

And as he walked on
Through inning nine
My gamethread gets so foul-mouth-ed sometimes
So where are the runs?
And who's not disgusted?
And where is the RBI?
Sweet RBIs.

'Cause each game I feel it slippin' away, just makes me wanna cry.
What's so funny 'bout Jack Cust striking out looking? Ohhhh-two!
What's so funny 'bout Jack Cust striking out looking?

So where are the runs?
And who's not disgusted?
And where is the RBI?
Sweet RBIs.

'Cause each AB he's not swingin' away, just makes me wanna cry.
What's so funny 'bout stats I'm not understanding? D'ohhhh
What's so funny 'bout stats I'm not understanding? D'ohhhh
What's so funny 'bout stats I'm not understanding?