Focus on the Game

[Intro: Andy Samberg, Akiva Schaffer, Both]
Ah, The Oakland Coliseum
It's 1988 and the season's going well
I'm at the height of my career
So why do I feel sad?

[Verse: Andy Samberg, Akiva Schaffer]
These days, don't recognize my own face in the mirror
I'm a monster, not the man I wanna be
But focus on the game, José, the game, José
Don't be a fool, don't throw it all away
Haven't talked to mom in two weeks (Mark, it's your mother)
Things at home are even more bleak
Focus on the game, Mark, the game, Mark
Focus on the game, Mark, oh-oh
So don't look at me 'cause I'm all alone in left field
Thinkin' bout all the fucked up shit that I did to get here
Did I lose my soul?
When did I lose control?
But they tell me to focus on the game, Mark
Lord knows I'm trying
And I never leave the shower, so they never see me crying
Just a scared little boy in the body of a giant
A freakshow of science
But then my friend says, "You're the man, JC"
You're the man, Big Mac
You're the only one who knows what it truly means to bash
And if one day they should come for us and strip us of our crowns
I know that if I am going down, you're also going down

[Outro]
The ball's hit pretty well to left field
Oh-oh, oh-oh
You can chalk up number twenty-one for Canseco
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
He hit it outta here
Oh-oh, oh-oh
And the big guy from Florida has just struck again
Oh-oh
Man, did he hit that baseball