The Lonely Island - Focus on the Game lyrics
[The Lonely Island - Focus on the Game lyrics]
Ah, The Oakland Coliseum
It's 1988 and the season's going well
I'm at the height of my career
So why do I feel sad?
These days
Don't recognize my own face in the mirror
I'm a monster, not the man I wanna be
But focus on the game, José, the game, José
Don't be a fool, don't throw it all away
Haven't talked to mom in two weeks
(Mark, it's your mother)
Things at home are even more bleak
Focus on the game, Mark, the game, Mark
Focus on the game, Mark, oh oh
So don't look at me 'cause I'm
All alone in left field
Thinkin' bout all the fucked up shit
That I did to get here did I lose my soul?
When did I lose control?
But they tell me to focus on the game, Mark
Lord knows I'm tryingAnd I
Never leave the shower
So they never see me crying
You're just a scared little boy in
The body of a giant a freakshow of science
But then my friend says you're the man JC
You're the man BigMac
You're the only one who knows what
It truly means to bash
And if one day they should come for us
And strip us of our crowns
I know that if I am going down
You're also going down
The ball's hit pretty well to left field
Oh oh, oh oh you can chalk up number
Twenty-one for Canseco oh oh oh oh oh oh
He hit it outta here oh oh, oh oh
And the big guy from Florida
Has just struck again oh oh
Man, did he hit that baseball
It's 1988 and the season's going well
I'm at the height of my career
So why do I feel sad?
These days
Don't recognize my own face in the mirror
I'm a monster, not the man I wanna be
But focus on the game, José, the game, José
Don't be a fool, don't throw it all away
Haven't talked to mom in two weeks
(Mark, it's your mother)
Things at home are even more bleak
Focus on the game, Mark, the game, Mark
Focus on the game, Mark, oh oh
So don't look at me 'cause I'm
All alone in left field
Thinkin' bout all the fucked up shit
That I did to get here did I lose my soul?
When did I lose control?
But they tell me to focus on the game, Mark
Lord knows I'm tryingAnd I
Never leave the shower
So they never see me crying
You're just a scared little boy in
The body of a giant a freakshow of science
But then my friend says you're the man JC
You're the man BigMac
You're the only one who knows what
It truly means to bash
And if one day they should come for us
And strip us of our crowns
I know that if I am going down
You're also going down
The ball's hit pretty well to left field
Oh oh, oh oh you can chalk up number
Twenty-one for Canseco oh oh oh oh oh oh
He hit it outta here oh oh, oh oh
And the big guy from Florida
Has just struck again oh oh
Man, did he hit that baseball