I never got a grip in penmanship
Could never make those small l's flow
Seldom found the trick to arithmetic

Three plus two be faux pas
But ask for some palm trees
Or tales from the South Seas


I never had the clout to knock one out
But hitting was the name of my game

Standing on third as the coaches conferred
So close to my first claim to fame


Just give me the steal sign
And I'll make home plate mine
And I just might turn some heads


Sometimes I may get a little drastic
Sometimes I just let my feelings show

Sometimes I may be a bit sarcastic
Most times that's the way the story goes


Now I know this Joe down in Mexico
He went there to work on his tan
For years he's been plugged into blenders and songs

They call him the Twelve Volt Man

He don't need no charge card

Just give him a die-hard
And he'll make sparks fly round your head
Or just ask for some palm trees

Or tales fromthe South Seas
And I'll make sparks fly round your head
Round your head

In your head
In your head