We've got bad vibes! 1, 2, 3 Lang and Ollie on first and second and I'm feeling quite upset 'Cause Kichiro just messaged me and she's playing hard to get I've got a bad hangover and bloodshot eyes And so I strike out looking under pitch-dark skies Know we need a hit, but I can't deal with it With my bad vibes, my bad vibes My bad bad bad bad bad Now I'm in the outfield and i'm looking quite perplexed 'Cause Avila's in Miami and she doesn't even text It's like we had a breakup and I'm feeling the fatigue And suddenly my team is ranked the lowest in the league And if we made the playoffs, I'd tell the gods to BEEP With my bad, my bad bad bad bad bad bad vibes Good night Seattle