Home Run King

She Darked The Sun (Live) - 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 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 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

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 only the newspaper boy

Or you're either Babe Ruth

You are either just the newspaper boy

Or you're either Babe Ruth