Stuff

I've got something up my sleeve I've got stuff where you wouldn't believe From the bill of my cap to the tongue of my shoe My third baseman knows what to do He's got stuff, too Give my curveball that extra bite Make my sinker slide out of sight I cut my fastball like old Mike Scott You know I'm good, you just don't know what I got I got stuff, stuff But I don't use it on every pitch You never know, it depends on the situation When I'm out there and things get rough I might reach back for a little more stuff Now, Gaylord Perry, he liked to spit on the ball The trainer keeps mine in a box down the hall Just like Brylcreem, a little dab will do ya I use that L.A. look to try and fool ya Ol' Michael Pineda, you know he couldn't pitch clean Instead of pine tar, he should've used the Vaseline That's the stuff That clear stuff But I don't use it on every pitch You never know, it depends on the situation When I'm out there and things get rough I might reach back for a little more stuff Now if I wanna win, I gotta do my part You gotta be good, but you gotta be smart It's the dirty little secret that everybody knows It's not really cheating when everybody throws stuff But I don't use it on every pitch You never know, it depends on the situation When I'm out there and things get rough I might reach back for a little more But I don't use it on every pitch You never know, it depends on the situation When I'm out there and things get rough I might reach back for a little more But I don't use it on every pitch You never know, it depends on the situation When I'm out there and things get rough I might reach back for a little more stuff, a little more