I wanted a hardball. I was tired of playing softball
Wanted a hardball, like the Major Leaguers used
I asked for a hardball, but my parents said, "Just wait
You're only seven years old and you have to be eight."
But I wanted a hardball in the very worst way
Needed a hardball, already knew how to play
I knew I would get one, they could talk and turn blue
But there was nothing they could do, nothing they could do
I saved my pennies, saved my dimes
Collected bottles, it was summertime
The day was hot and the sky was blue
I wanted a hardball and I was gonna get one too
I had a good friend who was old enough to have one
He couldn't afford it so a partnership was made
He said he would buy it if I had a place to hide it
I gave him my Coke-bottle fortune and got ready to play
He came back with a hardball, we took it from the box
It was time to play hardball, time to take our knocks
Who got to bat first? We had to be fair
I dug in my pocket. I flipped a coin in the air
I lost the toss, so he was gonna hit
I started to throw. He said, "Back up a little bit."
I asked him why, he said, " I'll knock it down your throat."
I said, "You won't even see it, I bet you're gonna choke."
I let it fly, threw it hard as I could throw
My folks were at work now, they would never know
I wanted a hardball, it took me by surprise
When he hit the hardball, it hit me right between the eyes
The moral of this story is to do what your parents tell you
If you can't do that, a friend's advice might help you
And if you can't do that, all is still not lost
Take a tip from me, just be lucky with the toss
If you're playing hardball
We're gonna play hardball
Yeah, we're playing hardball
We're gonna play hardball
Yeah, we're playing hardball