You know I wasn’t hittin’ well, at just .234
I would be hittin’ better, if I’d been playin’ more
I’d be suited up and waitin’, ready every game
But you’d see me sittin’ on the bench and never call my name
And now you waivered me bye-bye
And sent me on my way
You’re bringin’ up some guy
Who’s hittin’ well in triple-A
You know I always try
To look at things your way
But now you waivered me bye-bye
And sent me on my way
I really tried to help the team, I tried to do my best
In fact, if there’s a problem, it’s maybe that I pressed
And you say that I don’t hustle, or give it all I got
When you’re forced to cool your heels so much, you can’t always be hot.
And now you waivered me bye-bye
And sent me on my way
You’re bringin’ up some guy
Who’s hittin’ well in triple-A
You know I always try
To look at things your way
But now you waivered me bye-bye
And sent me on my way
