Gene Clark Home Run King lyrics

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 III

I can hear the morning crier yelling
"Read all about it, here's the truth"
You are either just the newspaper boy
Or you're either, babe Ruth

Now how could we have been put upon this planet
Fools enough to think that we could be
The first to form a civilized involvement
From the charismatic sea
There's a ten year old in the alley

Throws a hard ball off the wall that is the truth

He knows you're either just the newspaper boy
Or you're either babe Ruth
The home run king

We can all dream up some explicit
Rationalized dream of exactly who we are
While the rocking rolling home run king
Keeps the black Madonna sleeping with a star

Now it doesn't matter how much bread you can spend
So you can hold the center booth
You are either just the newspaper boy
Or you're either babe Ruth