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SONGS OF SWAT—"YOU USTER BAT .300."
Hans Wagner never saw the day when he could hit like that.
I only wish that John McGraw could see you swing a bat."
In vain he tried to score a run; in vain he shed each tear;
In vain he tried to reach his mask and breast protector near.
She tagged him all around the room, no matter how he'd slide,
And rapped out doubles on his back as viciously she cried:
I only wish that John McGraw could see you swing a bat."
In vain he tried to score a run; in vain he shed each tear;
In vain he tried to reach his mask and breast protector near.
She tagged him all around the room, no matter how he'd slide,
And rapped out doubles on his back as viciously she cried:
Chorus.
"You uster to hit .300—O, your batting eye was great!
The pitchers uster to jump the league when you came to the plate;
But now they've got you faded, for there ain't no guy in sight
Can bat around three hundred, Bo, who bats around all night."
The pitchers uster to jump the league when you came to the plate;
But now they've got you faded, for there ain't no guy in sight
Can bat around three hundred, Bo, who bats around all night."
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