The waterboy looks down on him
As he picks up the ball
It's another awful day
It's another awful day
For Mike Townsend
Our prodigal son, our shameful pitcher, Mike Townsend
And he pitches the ball
In the same way
To the same place
Every time, like an asshole
And it's a strong hit to the outfield
And a double for The Spies
Mike Townsend is a disappointment
He's a loser and a total disgrace
Mike Townsend is a disappointment
Mike Townsend better end up in flames
Yeah
♪
He throws the ball in the air
So that he can catch it and look cool
But he misses catching it on the way down
So he just drops it on the floor
And has to bend down and pick it up again
Like nobody just saw him drop it
And then he pitches the ball
In the same way
To the same place
Every time, like an asshole
And the batter sees the defeat in his eyes
And there's no strikes, no outs, it's a home run
Great job
Mike Townsend is a disappointment
He's a loser and a total disgrace
Mike Townsend is a disappointment
Mike Townsend better end up in flames
Yeah
♪
"Hi there everyone
We're The Garages
You might know us from being
The internet's favorite Blaseball band
Or at least, one of the ones
That exists
Who's come to the show from out of town tonight?
Aw, one person
But all the rest of you are safe at home
I hope you have a great time tonight
Enjoy"
Mike Townsend is a disappointment
He's a loser and a total disgrace