I'm Immortal - The Trash Can Sinatras

Out for a spell, I was slated.

I’d lost a yard, I was hated

I dug a rug out in the dugout, lazing, I joined in the turnout

That’s no life at all

Out for a spell, got neglected, lay on the bench unselected

Laughing, I joined in the squabbles, over the hill.

I’m immortal

And that’s no life at all

I’m immortal and that’s not life at all

I took a kick in the confidence, down in the tackle I hurt

I took a shine to your big size tens

Now all around the subject I skirt.

Gingerly, gingerly

And that’s no life at all

I just went out for a spell

I just went out for a smoke

I took a dive I was a sub

I thought my number was up

But I’m immortal, and that’s not life at all

Speaking of tongues, baby

I’m immortal