Home Run King Songtext
von Gene Clark

Well, I saw it clear today that we were all more than only refugees
And the heads of state called out all of their reserves
So they could postpone World War Three

I can hear the morning crier yellin′
"Read all about it, here's the truth
You are either just a newspaper boy or you′re either Babe Ruth."

How could we have been put upon this planet
Fools enough to think that we could be
The first to form a civilized evolvement from the charismatic sea?


There's a ten-year-old in the alley
Throws a hardball off the wall, that is the truth
He knows, "You're either just a newspaper
Boy or you′re either Babe Ruth."

We can all think up some explicit, rational lies
And dream of exactly who we are
While the rock ′n' rollin′ home run king
Keeps a black Madonna sleepin' with a star

Now it doesn′t matter how much bread you can spend
So you can hold a sin or a boo
You're either only just a newspaper boy or you′re either Babe Ruth

You are either just a newspaper boy or you're either Babe Ruth