I've got somethin' up my sleeve

I've got stuff where you wouldn't believe

From the bill of my cap to the tongue of my shoe

My third baseman knows what to do—he's got stuff too

Give my curveball that extra bite

Make my sinker slide out of sight

I cut my fastball like old Mike Scott

You know I'm good, you just don't know what I got

I got stuff, stuff

But I don't use it on every pitch

You never know, it depends on the situation

When I'm out there and things get rough

I might reach back for a little more stuff

Now Gaylord Perry, he liked to spit on thе ball

The trainer keeps mine in a box down thе hall

Just like Brylcreem, a little dab will do ya

Use that L.A. look to try and fool ya

Ol' Michael Pineda, you know he couldn't pitch clean

Instead of pine tar, he shoulda used Vaseline

That's the stuff, that clear stuff

But I don't use it on every pitch

You never know, it depends on the situation

When I'm out there and things get rough

I might reach back for a little more stuff

Now if I wanna win, I gotta do my part

You gotta be good, but you gotta be smart

It's the dirty little secret that everybody knows

It's not really cheating when everybody throws stuff

But I don't use it on every pitch

You never know, it depends on the situation

When I'm out there and things get rough

I might reach back for a little more

But I don't use it on every pitch

You never know, it depends on the situation

When I'm out there and things get rough

I might reach back for a little more

But I don't use it on every pitch

You never know, it depends on the situation

When I'm out there and things get rough

I might reach back for a little more stuff

A little more