All your bases have been filled
With pretty players from the field
Compared to them, you make me feel
Like an amateur

I didn’t know love could be played
Like a Holy Rollin’ ball game
You keep pushing me away
When I used to be on first

You’re a headache and a heartache-and-a-half
I don’t know how long my tolerance will last
Any other would recover from the past
But I’m a sore loser, yeah
Sore loser, I’m a sore loser at bat

I do believe you rigged the game
Just to make the Hall of Fame
You bend the rules to fit your play
You won’t admit you hit a foul

You overlook your own shortcomings
A loser when it comes to loving
A winner when it comes to running
That’s why you’re always striking out

You’re a headache and a heartache-and-a-half
I don’t know how long my tolerance will last
Any other would recover from the past
But I’m a sore loser, yeah
Sore loser, I’m a sore loser at bat

I’m done playing the minor leagues
I’m going to blow this ball park
‘Cause these cleats were made for walking,
For walking sore
I ain’t returning, I’m burning my uniform

You’re a headache and a heartache-and-a-half
I don’t know how long my tolerance will last
Any other would recover from the past
But I’m a sore loser, yeah
Sore loser, I’m a sore loser
Sore loser, I’m a sore loser at bat