Letras

Being poor killed my old man, Tootsie, it ain't gonna kill me
I understand, but–
No, listen to me
You go along for a long, long time
Knowing something in your bones, but not too clear
Then one day, something happens to you
Boom, you really get to know it
Know it cold up here
Like today, today I suddenly knew
What I've known since before I was grown up
There are two kinds of people in the world, Tootsie
Only two
You're either a pitcher
Dishing it out, giving the orders, having your say
Or a catcher
Waiting around to handle what the other fella sends your way
From now on, I'm telling you
My catching days are through
I get it, Harry, I mean I think I do
You're a catcher or a pitcher
You're bamboozled or you get richer
You get done to or you do it
That's the way things are
That's the way things are and they've always been
If you're on the cold outside and you're wanting in
You gotta climb higher, always climb
I'm a pitcher, from now on, I'm pitching
I've caught on to the way things are
Where ya goin'?
To find five hundred bucks
Written by: Harold Rome
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