Right Field - Peter, Paul and Mary

Saturday summers, when I was a kid

We’d run to the schoolyard and here’s what we did

We’d pick out the captains and we’d choose up the teams

It was always a measure of my self esteem

Cuz the fastest, the strongest, played shortstop and first

The last ones they picked were the worst

I never needed to ask, it was sealed

I just took up my place in right field

Playing…

Right field, it’s easy, you know

You can be awkward and you can be slow

That’s why I’m here in right field

Just watching the dandelions grow

Playing right field can be lonely and dull

Little Leagues never have lefties that pull

I’d dream of the day they’d hit one my way

They never did, but still I would pray

That I’d make a fantastic catch on the run

And not lose the ball in the sun

And then I’d awake from this long reverie

And pray that the ball never came out to me Here in…

Right field, it’s easy, you know

You can be awkward and you can be slow

That’s why I’m here in right field

Just watching the dandelions grow

(whistle a variation of Take Me Out To The Ballgame…)

Off in the distance, the game’s dragging on There’s strikes on the batter, some runners are on I don’t know the inning, I’ve forgotten the score

The whole team is yelling and I don’t know what for

Then suddenly everyone’s looking at me My mind has been wandering;

what could it be?

They point at the sky and I look up above

And a baseball falls into my glove!

Here in right field, it’s important you know

You gotta know how to catch, you gotta know how to throw

That’s why I’m here in Right Field, just watching the dandelions grow!