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