We thought about calling this album "Dangerous Game" when we realized a lot of the songs had a rather traumatic slant to them. By chance I was watching the Twins/Yanks spring training game last year when Denard Span ripped a foul line drive into the stands that sent his mother to the medics. You figure, what are the chances? Hey, Richie Ashburn hit the same woman with foul balls twice IN THE SAME AT BAT. Heads up, people!
Denard Span seems a fine young man -- doesn't curse, abuse or litter. When the Twin City Twins are racking up wins, it all starts with the lead-off hitter. Now a fine young man looks after his clan, and he gets them k**er seats by the dug-out. They're having so much fun in the midday sun, but oh, you gotta be on the lookout. So look out Mom, look out Mom! You better keep your eye on me. Look out Mom, look out mom! I never want you to be foul ball fatality, another foul ball fatality.
Because the batted ball hurts even that much worse than the one that a pitcher throws. They get sprayed all around at the speed of sound; you never know where it's going to go. Bob Feller threw a fast one and it got plastered, like a missile to his mother's eye. Just watching her son play, and it was even Mother's Day -- it could have been the day that she died. So look out, Mom…
You might be thinking that the game is dull. Then Manny Mota hits a screaming line drive, that catches poor Alan Fish on the skull. He left the stadium alive but he only lived another five days.
So let this be a lesson, when the game is progressing, and you're messing around in the stands. You've had a few beers and you're bending some ears, maybe talking about your favorite new bands. You've got to stay on your toes because everybody knows that the rock can come fast and hard. Better keep your head up, use a mitt or a cup, or they might be carrying you out of the yard. So look out mom, look out mom, don't want another casualty. Look out son, look out little one, I never want you to be a foul ball fatality. Another foul ball fatality.