Welcome to the world of hustle or die, I gotta comply, (deep down inside.) The one and only thing. For me to believe. Is not to get strike three. (You’re out! )( Take a seat ) I crush the ball to outer space, Could be the next Trash Pandas ACE! I can only give the guarantee, To Hit the ball out of the Milky Way galaxy! The laces disengage, From my baseball rage! (Boom)(That one goes way, Way back!) From the crack of my bat! (I’ll sign autographs later baby! ) I circle the mound, Dig my cleats into the ground. Stare down my opponent. He’s going down. Feel the pressure of the game. I may just go insane. I gotta bring it home, But I can’t do it alone. So I call up all my boys, We shut out all the noise. We are here for the win! I am not vermin! But the raccoon of doom ! ( Trash panda for life!) (trash, trash trash!) Going to the Show! It’s my time to glow, But Little did I know. That I would be called up to be a mascot instead. (Gotta make that bread!) The raccoon of doom. Is what they call me on the field. I make the other team yield. From my home runs to the outs. I never have my doubts. They will grovel in defeat. (Trash panda beast in me!)
