Home Run King
Lyrics and Songs by Clark Gene - Go back

Well I saw it clear today
that we are all
More than only refugees
And the heads of state
Called out all of their reserves
So they could postpone World War III
I can hear the morning crier
Yellin' read all about it
Here's the truth
You are either just the newspaper boy
Or you're either Babe Ruth
Now how could we have been
Put upon this planet
Fools enough to think
That we could be
The first to form
A civilized evolvement
From the charismatic sea
There's a ten years old
In the alley
Throws a hard ball off the wall
That is the truth
He knows you're either
Just the newspaper boy
Or you're either Babe Ruth
We can all dream up
Some explicit rationalizing dream
Of exactly who we are
While the rokin' rollin' home run king
Keeps the black madonna
Sleepin' with a star
Now it doesn't matter
How much bread
You can spend
So you can hold
The center booth
You are either just the newspaper boy
Or you're either Babe Ruth.