ADAM SANDLER - "Right Field" LyricsADAM SANDLERWe're behind you here in right field! One down! Two to go! Hum it now! Yeah! Show 'em the magic! This chump can't hit!" [Whispering to himself] "Please God, don't help him hit it to me. Anywhere but to right field. Please God, I bet you." [Shouting] "Come on now! No batter! No batter! Big whiffer! Big whiffer!" [Whispering] "Oh please, don't let him hit it to me. My God, not to me." [Shouting] "Steam it baby! Steam it!" [Whispering] "Oh God no, Oh God no, Oh God no, Oh God no." [Ball is hit] [Russel: Shouting] "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" [Whispering] "Oh good! It's not to me." [Shouting] "Good catch, Steven! Nice glove! You da man! Two away now! Lookin' good! We're all looking good out here! Come on Robert! This lump of crap can't hit!" [Whiserping] "Oh God, he's a leftie! A big leftie! Total power to hit it. He's gonna pile it right to me and there's nothing I can do to stop him." [Shouting] "Pitch 'em the funny one, Robert! Big whiffer! Big whiffer!" [Whispering] "Oh he is a natural athlete and I am so worthless. Please God, take his life. Make him die." [Shouting] "No batter! No batter!" [Ball is hit] [Russel: Whispering] "Oh God. This is not happening. No, don't do this to me. Please. Make it stop." [Ball hits Russel] [Russel:] "OWWWW! My elbow!" [M1:] "Throw it to second! Pick it up already!" [Russel:] "Take it! Just take the ball!" [Russel tosses the ball] [M2:] "Nice throw, you pansy!" [Russel: Whispering] "Ok, get under control. Easy now, easy. Say something to the team." [Shouting] "Good hussle everybody! Yeah! Nice work! Play's at third!" [Whispering] "That wasn't funny, Lord. I've been so good and for what!?" [Shouting] "Come on, Robert! Settle down! Just throw straight! You get it across the plate! We'll take care of the rest!" [Whispering] "Oh no, another lefty." [Ball is hit] [Russel: Shouting] "NOO! Why me again!?" [Ball hits Russel] [Russel:] "OWWWW! My neck!" [Panting & Whining] "I can't breath. I can't breath." [M2:] "Pick it up and throw it, you moron!" [Russel: Whining] "Here..come on, here.. Take the ball! Take it!" [Russel kicks ball] [M1:] "Way to kick it in, Pele!" [Russel: Shouting] "Oh hahaha. Pele! Good one! Hehehe.. Ok! Come on! Suck it up guys! We'll get those runs back! This is where we dig down! We just need one more out!" [Whispering] "Oh look! A rightie! Oh Lord, thank you. Thank you so much. I owe you." [Shouting] "This loser can't hit! No batter! Come on, this is where we take them out!" [Whispering] "Uh oh, what's happening? Where's the rightie going? What? Who's this guy? He's a leftie and he's pinch hitting. No! No!" [Shouting] "Why's he pointing at me!?" [Ball is hit] [Russel: Shouting] "Oh my Lord! What have I done to deserve this?!" [M3:] "I got it! I got it!" [Running over to the ball near Russel] [Thud! Crashes into Russel] [M3:] "Whoa! Sorry about that, Russel. Are you ok?" [Russel: Shouting] "HELL YEAH! We're up now! It's our turn to kick a little ass!" [M3:] "All right, Russel. I think you're up first." [Russel:] "NOOOOO!!"
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