A Fish Like This
Our stream still flows as their lakes run dry
Trout still will spawn as the Angels fly
Taking flight, with an astronomical RBI
Meet Mike, our Millville Meteorite
The media's in tow as the season's streamed live
All at the way to the heavens, 27 ways to die
He's gravity defying when fielding in Anaheim
Undeniably a match for greatest of all-time
Let hurricanes come, he'll predict 'em with ease
An amateur weatherman but no rookie to the league
In the '09 draft passed by 21 teams?
Now making an act of the acronyms in the MLB
From M-V-P to W-A-R leader
God's Gifted major leaguer is statistically timeless
It seems he'll never falter
If you lead players to water
Can you teach 'em how to fish, like this!?
Whether crushed to the left or deep-center right
Their fence is neglected by Magic Mike
Putting runs on the board, hear the ring and the crack
As the Angels sing with every swing of his bat
Fans begin to gather
Halos above their heads
Wings spread wide as grins
Feathers catch the wind
Predators in the water
Start to sneak in
But no one ever taught 'em
How to swim
We're in flight now, it's always the right crowd
From the opening pitch untill the stadium's, light's out
A star on the field, stand up off the diamond
With a generous light, Mike Trout
With class, speed, power and a smile to greets the heavens
It's no wonder he's compared to major league legends
All Star MVP like Mays, Garvey, and Carter
A feat unaccomplished since Jr. Cal Ripken
No doubt, once Trout's gripping the handle
Features on each network keep ya from switching the channel
Channeling the best of the majors
Wagered quick as Rickey Henderson, moonshots like Mickey Mantle
The Trout Farm beckons with a net to insist
No question, among them a legend exists
It seems he'll never falter
If you lead players to water
Can you teach 'em how to fish, like this!?
Whether crushed to the left or deep-center right
Their fence is neglected by Magic Mike
Putting runs on the board, hear the ring and the crack
As the Angels sing with every swing of his bat
Fans begin to gather
Halos above their heads
Wings spread wide as grins
Feathers catch the wind
Predators in the water
Start to sneak in
But no one ever taught 'em
How to swim
Fans begin to gather
Halos above their heads
Right outside the fence
Feathers catch the wind
Predators in the water
Never learned to swim
They'll sink to the bottom
As Angels win
Trout still will spawn as the Angels fly
Taking flight, with an astronomical RBI
Meet Mike, our Millville Meteorite
The media's in tow as the season's streamed live
All at the way to the heavens, 27 ways to die
He's gravity defying when fielding in Anaheim
Undeniably a match for greatest of all-time
Let hurricanes come, he'll predict 'em with ease
An amateur weatherman but no rookie to the league
In the '09 draft passed by 21 teams?
Now making an act of the acronyms in the MLB
From M-V-P to W-A-R leader
God's Gifted major leaguer is statistically timeless
It seems he'll never falter
If you lead players to water
Can you teach 'em how to fish, like this!?
Whether crushed to the left or deep-center right
Their fence is neglected by Magic Mike
Putting runs on the board, hear the ring and the crack
As the Angels sing with every swing of his bat
Fans begin to gather
Halos above their heads
Wings spread wide as grins
Feathers catch the wind
Predators in the water
Start to sneak in
But no one ever taught 'em
How to swim
We're in flight now, it's always the right crowd
From the opening pitch untill the stadium's, light's out
A star on the field, stand up off the diamond
With a generous light, Mike Trout
With class, speed, power and a smile to greets the heavens
It's no wonder he's compared to major league legends
All Star MVP like Mays, Garvey, and Carter
A feat unaccomplished since Jr. Cal Ripken
No doubt, once Trout's gripping the handle
Features on each network keep ya from switching the channel
Channeling the best of the majors
Wagered quick as Rickey Henderson, moonshots like Mickey Mantle
The Trout Farm beckons with a net to insist
No question, among them a legend exists
It seems he'll never falter
If you lead players to water
Can you teach 'em how to fish, like this!?
Whether crushed to the left or deep-center right
Their fence is neglected by Magic Mike
Putting runs on the board, hear the ring and the crack
As the Angels sing with every swing of his bat
Fans begin to gather
Halos above their heads
Wings spread wide as grins
Feathers catch the wind
Predators in the water
Start to sneak in
But no one ever taught 'em
How to swim
Fans begin to gather
Halos above their heads
Right outside the fence
Feathers catch the wind
Predators in the water
Never learned to swim
They'll sink to the bottom
As Angels win
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Writer(s): Timothy Munson Stiles
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