Simo
Former High School Coach
Daddies, don't let your babies grow up to be pitchers
Don't let 'em throw curveballs, change ups and drops
Make 'em be catchers, play outfield or shortstop
Daddies, don't let your babies grow up to be pitchers
You’ll never be calm once the ball leaves their palm
Even while reciting the 23rd psalm
Pitchers ain't easy to teach and yes they will preach
And they'd rather give you a pain or knees with bloodstains
Bad arches and bruised shins
And as they run and skip to the mound
And if you don't understand her
The dance they call fast pitch continues to dumbfound
Daddies, don’t let your babies grow up to be pitchers
You’ll enjoy the game more though it may seem a bore
And the umpires calls you might even ignore
Daddies, don’t let your babies grow up to be pitchers
You’ll enjoy more the game, find less to moan
And sit in the bleacher’s with the rest of the bitcher’s
Instead of alone, beyond the fence, far from home
Don't let 'em throw curveballs, change ups and drops
Make 'em be catchers, play outfield or shortstop
Daddies, don't let your babies grow up to be pitchers
You’ll never be calm once the ball leaves their palm
Even while reciting the 23rd psalm
Pitchers ain't easy to teach and yes they will preach
And they'd rather give you a pain or knees with bloodstains
Bad arches and bruised shins
And as they run and skip to the mound
And if you don't understand her
The dance they call fast pitch continues to dumbfound
Daddies, don’t let your babies grow up to be pitchers
You’ll enjoy the game more though it may seem a bore
And the umpires calls you might even ignore
Daddies, don’t let your babies grow up to be pitchers
You’ll enjoy more the game, find less to moan
And sit in the bleacher’s with the rest of the bitcher’s
Instead of alone, beyond the fence, far from home