A little sympathy for the catcher
Stays in his crouch all day
Works til his knees give way

And he throws more times than the pitcher
No late game relief
All he ever gets is grief from the pitcher

And I never wanted to be the catcher
I’d look so good at second base
Behind the mask you cannot see my face
And you don’t know what’s coming atcha
Balls hit me in the face, swinging bats rattle my cage

A little sympathy for the catcher
Has to wear that hat on backwards like it’s 1995
And it doesn’t feel quite natural
I’m not the pitcher’s therapist
Why’s the ump get so pissed?

And I never wanted to be the catcher
But I wasn’t good at fielding balls
But if you try to steal I’ll snatch ya
I love to throw the runners out, throw them out, throw them out

A little sympathy for the catcher