I've got something up my sleeve
I've got stuff where you wouldn't believe
From the bill of my cap to the tongue of my shoe
My third baseman knows what to do
He's got stuff, too
Give my curveball that extra bite
Make my sinker slide out of sight
I cut my fastball like old Mike Scott
You know I'm good, you just don't know what I got
I got stuff, stuff
But I don't use it on every pitch
You never know, it depends on the situation
When I'm out there and things get rough
I might reach back for a little more stuff
Now, Gaylord Perry, he liked to spit on the ball
The trainer keeps mine in a box down the hall
Just like Brylcreem, a little dab will do ya
I use that L.A. look to try and fool ya
Ol' Michael Pineda, you know he couldn't pitch clean
Instead of pine tar, he should've used the Vaseline
That's the stuff
That clear stuff
But I don't use it on every pitch
You never know, it depends on the situation
When I'm out there and things get rough
I might reach back for a little more stuff
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Now if I wanna win, I gotta do my part
You gotta be good, but you gotta be smart
It's the dirty little secret that everybody knows
It's not really cheating when everybody throws stuff
But I don't use it on every pitch
You never know, it depends on the situation
When I'm out there and things get rough
I might reach back for a little more
But I don't use it on every pitch
You never know, it depends on the situation
When I'm out there and things get rough
I might reach back for a little more
But I don't use it on every pitch
You never know, it depends on the situation
When I'm out there and things get rough
I might reach back for a little more stuff, a little more