Always last to be picked
The last to bat or take a swing
And when they took the field,
If you could only see those smiles and cheers
Oh, how different things look
In Right Field, in Right Field
Right Field, where the losers go
'Cause you're way too fat
And you're way too slow
In Right Field, in Right Field
Right Field, where the skies are blue
And you notice 'cause there's
Nothing else to do
In Right Field, in Right Field
And look at me now
I've made the big time
And I'm not quite sure just how
I suffered all your hell
I went through all your hell
Now I've got a story to tell
Right Field, where this winner goes
Yeah, I'm still too fat and I'm still too slow
But, I'm in Right Field and that's more than I can say
For any of you (in Right Field)
Right Field, I hear the skies are blue
But I wouldn't know, I've got a job to do
In Right Field, in Right Field
I know Right Field can sometimes be tough
I know Right Field can sometimes be a drag
But we have been given a ball
And that ball's name is Gumball
Oooooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh, etc.