Trent Tomlinson Hey Batter Batter Lyrics

You been jawin' at me from across the bar,
Like I messed with your woman or I stoled your car.
What's your problem? I don't even know your name.
You got a chip on your shoulder 'bout two-foot wide,
If you're lookin' for trouble, son, step it outside.
An' if you want me to play, I'll get in the game.

An' I'll be singin':
"Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter: swing.
"Step up to the plate, Hoss: do your thing."
My whole day's been goin' south.
Last thing I need is you runnin' your mouth.
One more strike an', buddy, you struck out.
"Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter: swing.
"Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter: swing."

Well, I didn't come here in the best of moods,
An' you ain't helpin' matters with your attitude.
Get yourself a whiskey, an' put it on my check.
Well after that, if you still wanna go,
We can stand face to face an' toe to toe,
An' if your buddy wants a piece of me too, tell him he's on deck.

I don't need this confrontation.
Better rethink your situation.
Ain't no minor thing to me:
Welcome to the major league.

Singin':
"Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter: swing.
"Step up to the plate, Hoss: do your thing."
My whole day's been goin' south.
Last thing I need is you runnin' your mouth.
One more strike an', buddy, you struck out.
"Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter: swing.
"Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter: swing.
"Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter: swing.
"Step up to the plate, Hoss: do your thing."
Won'tcha do your thing?
What's he say.
Bring it on, Hoss.