Well I saw it clear today that we were all more than only refugees And the heads of state called out all of their reserves So they could postpone World War III I can hear the morning crier yellin read all about it here's the truth You are either just the newspaper boy or you're either Babe Ruth Now how could we have been put upon this planet Fools enough to think that we could be The first to form a civilized envolvement from the charismatic sea There's a ten year old in the alley Throws a hard ball off the wall that is the truth He knows you're either just the newspaper boy or you're either Babe Ruth The home run king SOLO We can all dream up some explicit rationalized dream Of exactly who we are While the rockin rolling home run king Keeps the black madonna sleepin with a star Now it doesn't matter how much bread you can spend So you can hold the center booth You are either just the newspaper boy or you're either Babe Ruth