my name is mike by the garages Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Well I’m sat outside the clubhouse
'Cause my bandmates locked me out
They said I’m not really part of it
Because I can’t pitch three straight outs
I’m just here due to a contract
They say I can’t write a song
Well, since when is playing blaseball
Not a place we all belong?
[Chorus]
My name is Mike
Townsend
And I can play music
I can play music
My name is Mike
Townsend
And I play music
And I can throw a ball
Blaseball, ah-ah
Yeah
[Verse 2]
It’s a sad state of affairs when
A name on a dotted line
Is the only thing preventing me
From taking back some timе
Sometimes I wish I werе a Jazz Hand
Or I stared into the sun
Maybe then the fans would love me
Maybe then we'd have some fun
[Chorus]
Till then I’m Mike
Townsend
And I play music
Yeah, I play music
Yeah, I’m Mike
Townsend
And I play music
And I can throw a ball
Blaseball, ah-ah
Yeah, I'm Mike
[Verse 3]
All the fans seem to want for me
Is to grow ten-thousand thumbs
They never asked for my opinion
What if I want blaseball guns?
Maybe if I grew a third arm
I could steal the fandom’s heart
Until then I’ll keep showing up
'Til the umps put my soul in park
In park
Well I’m sat outside the clubhouse
'Cause my bandmates locked me out
They said I’m not really part of it
Because I can’t pitch three straight outs
I’m just here due to a contract
They say I can’t write a song
Well, since when is playing blaseball
Not a place we all belong?
[Chorus]
My name is Mike
Townsend
And I can play music
I can play music
My name is Mike
Townsend
And I play music
And I can throw a ball
Blaseball, ah-ah
Yeah
[Verse 2]
It’s a sad state of affairs when
A name on a dotted line
Is the only thing preventing me
From taking back some timе
Sometimes I wish I werе a Jazz Hand
Or I stared into the sun
Maybe then the fans would love me
Maybe then we'd have some fun
[Chorus]
Till then I’m Mike
Townsend
And I play music
Yeah, I play music
Yeah, I’m Mike
Townsend
And I play music
And I can throw a ball
Blaseball, ah-ah
Yeah, I'm Mike
[Verse 3]
All the fans seem to want for me
Is to grow ten-thousand thumbs
They never asked for my opinion
What if I want blaseball guns?
Maybe if I grew a third arm
I could steal the fandom’s heart
Until then I’ll keep showing up
'Til the umps put my soul in park
In park