Ex-Pitcher Songtext
von Fishboy

In 1988 I was a baseball great
About to break
The all-time pitching record of the day
Most no-hitters played
I would cement my fate as a no-no hall of famer
Sad to say I let it slip away because I hate the wave

You disrespect the game
And everyone who plays
If you participate

It was the 8th of June and on that afternoon
I pitched a perfect tune until the bottom 9th
After the second out the wave came crashing down
From the pitcher′s mound
I pitched a ball into the batter's arm with rage
I couldn′t concentrate because I hate the wave


And on this awful day it starts to rain
The dugout empties of all teammates
They curse and claim I won't get away
I try and run but I can't escape
Then my arm it breaks, bone separates
And tears of pain stream down my face
As I curse the wave
For the gifts it gave
On this final day
I ever play
The game

And now I′m old and gray
I′m sixty-eight
Things are going great because I still get paid
From my endorsement deal
Of a stainless steel toaster over
With seal of approval upon it, engraved

They gave it a name
Of which I have learned to embrace
They call it t'The Wave′
They are calling it 'The Wave′