Romanovsky and phillips paint by numbers lyrics

The birds are singin' me a tune

I'm hangin' on 'til the month of June

And all the flowers are in bloom

In the outfield

The split us up into teams

No one wanted to get stuck with me

So I'm as far as I can be

I'm in the outfield

Try as I might

It's an uphill fight

And I never can catch that ball

Each time we arrive

In choosing up sides

I'm left standing against the wall

Basketball's another sport

That's not much fun when you're so short

I try to dribble, but I just drool

And I know that that doesn't look too cool

I don't like soccer and football's obscene

And what do all those numbers mean?

I can't be bothered to get the rules down

So I just run in circles making animal sounds

Well sometimes I'm hopin'

That my bones will get broken

Just so I can be excused

From all the harrassment

That I get from my classmates

Who always blame me when they lose

I'm up to bat but it won't be long

'Til I'm back where I can do no wrong

All alone to sing my song

Here in the outfield