Coffee makes me happier than beer, than beer, I guess.
Two outs in the eighth
in a tight wild-card race,
Life could be worse in the sun.

Slippin’ away like summer,
Like the girl with the scowl on the T.
Pretend not to care
when defeat’s in the air,
Life could be worse in the sun.

I love you.
I love you.
Please don’t lose this game.
Please don’t lose this game.
My hands are wet and shaking.

Legions have done it better.
Letter B on the hat just for me.
A fan I am, a white, plastic fan.
Life could be worse in the sun.

Water’s boiling. Glass is shining.
The season is passing us by.
Chewed-up sunflower seeds,
blow a seven-run lead.

Life could be worse in the sun.
At least, that’s what I tell everyone.