bellyitcher

(bellyscratcher:)
I don't expect my ball seasons to last for long
Never tell myself that my dreams will come true
Being used to second I anticipate it
But all the same I hate it, wouldn't you?

(bellyscratcher:) So what happens now?
(Chorus:) Another signing and another pick
(bellyscratcher:) So what happens now?
(Chorus:) Another season and we need that kick
(bellyscratcher:) Where are we going to?
(Chorus:) We'll get by, we always have before
(bellyscratcher:) Where are we going to?

(bellyscratcher:)
Time and time again I've said that I don't care
That I'm immune to gloom, that I'm hard through and through
But every time it matters all the bats desert you
So any year can hurt me, and they do

(bellyscratcher:) So what happens now?
(Chorus:) Another signing and another pick
(bellyscratcher:) So what happens now?
(Chorus:) Another season and we need that kick
(bellyscratcher:) Where are we going to?
(Chorus:) We'll get by, we always have before
(bellyscratcher:) Where are we going to?

(bellyscratcher:)
Call in four months time and I'll be fine, I know
Well maybe not that fine, but I'll survive anyhow
I won't recall the names and places of each sad occasion
But that's no consolation here and now.

(bellyscratcher:) So what happens now?
(Chorus:) Another signing and another pick
(bellyscratcher:) So what happens now?
(Chorus:) Another season and we need that kick
(bellyscratcher:) Where are we going to?
(Chorus:) We'll get by, we always have before
(bellyscratcher:) Where are we going to?

(Chorus:)
Hope Walt will provide.

-apologies to Tim Rice & Andrew Lloyd Webber