4 for 5 (Everyone Knows)

I wrote this one in early December.  A woman in my world flirted with me a tiny bit, and I wrote four out of five songs like this one for my latest album.  After a little over twenty-four hour jag of writing these songs, I snapped out of it.  The fifth song is in the vein of a song from December 2016 titled, "My Girlfriend Is a Hatesong."  Still, four out of five like the one below.  Just think ladies, if you're just a little bit nice to me....

(at the commas, strike the bass string HARD. It should fit into the strumming pattern)
4 for 5 (Everyone Knows)
G, Em, C,D
Bridge: D, Bm, G, C
B↓↑|↓

G
You should have seen that last bunch
     Em                       
A, busload of bums
  C                                                  
Their manager his gut ached
           G
Ate a, fistful of Tums

G
Their best player tumbled out
           Em
Went, 2 for 8
C
That’ll get her off the island
              G
But it’s, far from great.

D
We ride ‘em out on a rail
                C
But then, oh lookee see
  D
The next series the next team
               G
Has the, MVP.


Chorus:
                  D                           
But then, everyone knows,
                 Em
I mean, everyone knows
  D                          
Everyone knows,
                  C
Oh yeah, everyone knows
D                            
Everyone knows
C
Allll  aaa-bout
G
You!

Verse:
G
You rolled up to the park
          Em
In a, Lincoln Town Car
     C
I threw a yawning yakker
                   G
And you, hit it so far

G                            
When I got you out  that one time
          Em
I said please no autographs
C     
‘cuz if I claimed but dumb luck girl
G
I’d fail a polygraph.

D
After that you hit me one more time
    C
I lasted only five
    D
I wanted to throw at you babe
                                    G
Just to make you look alive.

Chorus:
               D
But then, everyone knows,
                 Em 
I mean, everyone knows
D
Everyone knows,
               C
Oh yeah, everyone knows
C 
Alll  aaa-bout
G
You!

Bridge:
D
My oh my oh my oh my
      Bm
You sure swing a mean stick
  G
Our organ player even played
          D
Your, walkup music
D                                
Next time we meet

I’ll throw meat balls
       Bm     
To, see you swing
G
I’ll pitch ‘em in your home park
               C                    
Just to hear those people sing….
D
Ring-a-ding-ding

G
Next game I’m at attention
                Em
And you, see our next cat
         C
You hit a tater bomb out
                G
Oh yeah, your first at bat
G
Rounding second jogging third
         Em            
On, your way home
C                    
Out there on that mound 
                         G
Our guy must, feel so alone.

D
Now the game’s in extra innings
                    C
And you’re , 4 for 5
             D
I yell “let’s all of us get naked,”
             C 
‘cuz I, feel so alive.

D
No doctoring the ball for you
C 
‘cuz everyone will know
D                    
the next time that I pitch you
            G
bet I, won’t wear no clothes.

Chorus:
But then, everyone knows
I mean, everyone knows,
Everyone knows,
Oh yeah, everyone knows
Everyone knows
Alll aaa-bout
You!

Richy Vegas 12/2/2016