I think my first poetic interlude is at least statistically on the mark.

Here goes:

original lyrics.

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One, two, three, out!

Huh!

One, two, three, out!

There's a strike for you, strike two, strike three

can't hit our main man from Phil-yyyyyyyyyyyyy

'cuz I'm the Out Man

yeah I'm the Out Man

Should Halo "bats" appear too small

Be thankful I will throw a ball

'cuz I'm the Out Man

yeah I'm the Out Man

If you swing the bat, I'll bring the heat

If you try to sit, I'll hit your feet

If you get too cold, I'll call you "meat"

If you take a walk, I'll take the heat

Out-man!

'cuz I'm the Out Man

Yeah, I'm the Out Man.

Don't ask me why my curve's so poor

If you don't want the ball at your door.

'cuz I'm the Out Man,

Yeah, I'm the Out Man.

Now my advice for those who whine (Out-Man)

You won't score off Josh and Devine (Out-Man)

'cuz I'm the Out Man

Yeah, I'm the Out Man.

And you're workin', for no one, but bi-LEEEEEEEEE

Out Mannnnnnnnnnn