Ron Herbel in seventy, I was a Mettie Had sauce on all my pitches but my bat was spaghetti Swinging at the fastballs, staring at the cuveballs My average was so small that it wasn't there at all Killed the rallies � my batting was brutal They sent me up there flailin', but brother, it was futile A good afternoon, I go oh for three See a couple pitches, I return to my seat You put me in the game, you�re insane to complain That I wear the word �Mets� like a stain on my shirt I�m the worst hitting pitcher you ever saw breathe I was a punchless revelation with the logo on my sleeve So save your cheers for a batter with a spark I�m draining all the power in the whole ballpark (Yo, cut it) �Soy mal bateador! I'm a whiffer, Baby! So why do you hit me? (Double barrel suckshot) �Soy mal bateador! I'm a whiffer, Baby! So why don�t you sit me? Oh-for-54 � it�s a record that�s nightmare I made Pedro and Leiter look like Reyes and Wright; There� Will never be more of an offensive drag Got nothing in my pole, and I never reach the bag Batted oh-two-nine � my career was a hackjob I pitched OK, but bat was made of corn cob Have yourself a cold one when I�m bending my wing And then empty all your bladders when it�s time for me to swing If you don�t suck eggs, then you can't relate Take a swing, take a seat, thank the fans for the hate My bat is a rotten log eaten by a termite That's chokin' on the splinters �Soy mal bateador! I'm a whiffer, Baby! So why do you hit me? (Watch a sucker whiff kids) �Soy mal bateador! I'm a whiffer, Baby! So why don�t you sit me? Yo, bring it on down (I'm a swinger, I'm a misser Things are gonna change, I can feel it) �Soy mal bateador! I'm a whiffer, Baby! So why do you hit me? (I can't deceive you) �Soy mal bateador! I'm a whiffer, Baby! So why do you hit me? �Soy mal bateador! I'm a whiffer, Baby! So why don�t you sit me? (Sprechen sie Suck, baby?) �Soy mal bateador! I'm a whiffer, Baby So why do you hit me? (Know what I'm sayin'?) YgSPaXgAdzE