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Twenty Ks [Glory Days]

What we got here is a big-time baseball player
Max is so cool
He just threw that speedball by ‘em
Made ‘em look like a fool boy
Saw him just last night, he’s such a rock star
They were steppin in, he would punch ‘em out
His look gets wide-eyed, stares ‘em down, hardly blinks
Yeah, Scherzer just kept tossing them out, those

Twenty K’s, fastballs blew right by
Twenty K’s that’s only been done by four guys
Twenty Ks, Twenty Ks

There's a guy, chip off the ole block
Teaches school, puts the best words in all the boy's heads
Sometimes out at Nats Park he’ll stop by
And have a few drinks, then hurry home in time for bed, yeah
He and his dad, Tony, well, they hang out
I guess it's thirty years gone by now
Seems they sit around, Michael, picking up dad’s habits
Like leaving early, pitches are flying
Took his bobblehead and headed out, saw

Nineteen K’s, well, Michael left early
Nineteen K’s where’s his sense of history
Nineteen Ks, not Twenty Ks

Honestly, what the <> are we doing here?