Have We Seen the Last of Javy?

by David Bellel

All my balls are packed I’m ready to go
I’m standin’ here outside the clubhouse door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye

But my ERA is breakin’ far above what’s norm
The fans are hating’, they’ve caused a storm
Already I’m so lonesome I could die

So forgive me and pity me
Why oh why did you trade for me?
Forget me and this time really let me go…

‘Cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane
I hope I won’t be back again
Oh babe, I can’t wait to go


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