It used to take a special kind of guy Cat was only swinging for the sky To rock that sphere so far and high Where baseballs go to die No need to steal or play defense Attack built on guile or pretense Hit and run, move 'em over, makes no sense Jack it over the fence The all or nothings, three true outcomes The all or nothings, walk, fan or hit home-runs To watch the all or nothings isn't always much fun The all or nothings If one could just average .262 You're in the hall like Thome and Killebrew Not so Gorman Thomas or Rob Deer But they're immortalized here Remember Chris Carter? (Adam Dunn!) More likely to trot, too hard to run Don't forget Kong, man, he was king Of the all or nothings The all or nothings, three true outcomes The all or nothings, walk, fan or hit home-runs To watch the all or nothings isn't always much fun The all or nothings Launch angles F.I.P, exit velocity ♪ Why even bother with stealing signs? DH strikes out two hundred times There's a party at the Mendoza Line And Joey Gallo is fine The all or nothings, three true outcomes The all or nothings, walk, fan or hit home-runs To watch the all or nothings isn't always much fun The all or nothings, the all or nothings The all or nothings, three true outcomes The all or nothings, walk, fan or hit home-runs To watch the all or nothings isn't always much fun The all or nothings