It's bottom of the ninth

The winning one is (?)

I am bored to death, standing out in left field

I would rather be sitting at the bleachers

Hangin' with the girl in the yellow t-shirt

She smiles like she's waiting

(Curtain call, curtain call)

With your arms around like she's

(Magical, magical)

I stick out of the ground like a

(Tombstone, tombstone)

(?) and fractured my collarbone

A year from now I'll be the centre of attention

I swear my mind's made up

After I've had my sex-change operation

I could look you in the eye, and I could make you nervous

Thinkin' that I look like I was sixteen Celsius

You could turn around and make a couple of wise-cracks

And I could laugh along, like a broken laugh track

Smile like I'm waiting

(Curtain call, curtain call)

With my arms around like I'm

(Magical, magical)

I'm brought back down to earth by a

(Curveball, curveball)

I threw the (?) and fractured my clavicle

A year from now I'll be the centre of attention

I swear my mind's made up

After I've had my sex-change operation

I swear my mind's made up

A year from now I'll be the centre of attention

I swear my mind's made up

After I've had my sex-change operation

My mind's made up