The Disappointing Pancake Song Lyrics

It's always breakfast Thursday nights for dinnertime
Orange juice, oatmeal, eggs, and waffles served at five
But once there was something I didn't recognize

It was harder than the table, so I thought it was my plate
I hit it with a hammer, but it wouldn't even break
It slipped upon some syrup and the butter ricocheted
Then it rolled and it rolled and it rolled and it rolled
A disappointing pancake
It rolled and it rolled and it rolled and it rolled
A disappointing pancake

Rolling toward the baseball field just down the road
The pitcher on the mound was winding up to throw
The crowd yelled, "Batter, batter!" he felt so at home
He rolled right up to the catcher who had somehow lost his mitt
Who put the pancake on his hand and like a glove it fit
And then he caught the final ball he surely would have missed
And they cheered and they cheered and they cheered and they cheered