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Always last to be picked
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The last to bat or take a swing
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And when they took the field,
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If you could only see those smiles and cheers
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Oh, how different things look
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In Right Field, in Right Field
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Right Field, where the losers go
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'Cause you're way too fat
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And you're way too slow
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In Right Field, in Right Field
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Right Field, where the skies are blue
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And you notice 'cause there's
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Nothing else to do
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In Right Field, in Right Field
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And look at me now
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I've made the big time
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And I'm not quite sure just how
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I suffered all your hell
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I went through all your hell
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Now I've got a story to tell
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Right Field, where this winner goes
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Yeah, I'm still too fat and I'm still too slow
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But, I'm in Right Field and that's more than I can say
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For any of you (in Right Field)
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Right Field, I hear the skies are blue
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But I wouldn't know, I've got a job to do
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In Right Field, in Right Field
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I know Right Field can sometimes be tough
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I know Right Field can sometimes be a drag
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But we have been given a ball
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And that ball's name is Gumball
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Oooooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh, etc.
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Right Field
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