Little boy, in a baseball hat, Stands in a field, with his ball and bat, says I am the greatest, player of them all puts his bat on his shoulder, and tosses up his ball.
And the ball goes up, and the ball comes down, he swings his bat all the way around, and the worlds so still you can hear the sound as the baseball falls, to the ground.
Now the little boy, doesn't say a word, picks up his ball, he is undeterred, Says I am the greatest, there has ever been, and he grits his teeth, and tries it again.
And the ball goes up, and the ball comes down, he swings his bat all the way around, and the worlds so still you can hear the sound as the baseball falls, to the ground.
He makes no excuses, He shows no fear, He just closes his eyes, and listens to the cheers.
Little boy, he adjusts his hat picks up his ball, stares at his bat, says I am the greatest, the game is on the line, and he gives his all, one last time.
And the ball goes up, like the moon so bright, Swings his bat, with all his might, and the worlds as still, as still as can be, and the baseball falls, and that's strike three.
Now its supper time, and his Mama calls, little boy starts home, with his bat and ball, says I am the greatest, that is a fact, but even I didn't know, I could pitch like that.
Says, I am the greatest, that is understood, but even I didn't know, I could pitch that good.
