Lyrics

Fantasy T-Ball

Wesley was there, for his 6 year old?s T-Ball game
And his new ToughSkins, were already full of grass stains
But Wesley didn?t care
cos a pretty derriere
caught his lonely stare

That single momma wearing old grey sweats
Muddy Keds and a kerchief on her head

To that single dad, she was Shania Twain
With jeans and a tight T, dancin? in the rain
Lookin' all like Faith Hill, with a gold tan n curves
On some Maui beach, out walkin? in the surf
Yeah, his heart was in a freefall
Playin? Fantasy T-Ball

She was bouncin? up n down, cheering for the shortstop
Wesley was droolin? like a pitbull on a porkchop
Then somehow his kid
He finally got a hit
But Wesley missed it

Cos he was leanin? on his minivan
Watching someone else on his minicam

It was Julia Roberts, pretty woman smile
Waiting for his ring, walkin? down the aisle
Yeah, that single mom, lookin' like Reese Witherspoon
Wearing pink negligee, on their honeymoon
His dreams were in a freefall
Playin? Fantasy T-Ball

And when she asked ?em over for Coke and ice cream
Wesley started hummin? the Brady Bunch theme
On her floor was an unmarked DVD
So he popped it in and there he was on her tv

A single parent?s life is tough
And he knew what she?d been dreamin ?of

He was George Clooney, lookin? like a million bucks
With that sideways grin, and a Riviera tux
He was feelin' like Brad Pitt, n she was watchin? him flex
Bakin? up some cheesecake, on his abs m pecs
Cos her heart was in a freefall
Playin? Fantasy t-Ball
The both of them, Playing Fantasy T-Ball

Yes he was Jude Law handsome
and she was Scarlett Johannson
Playin' Fantasy T-Ball?

©2007 Robert George & Steve Soucy