| And when I feel a little sting |
| Why do you throw that ball at me |
| And then my ears they start to ring |
| I got a rock stuck in my knee |
| And I don’t know what way to run |
| I just can’t get away |
| I don’t know which way to run |
| I don’t know where |
| I don’t want to play dodge ball |
| I try to hide behind someone |
| They got hit and now they’re gone |
| To me this game just don’t seem fun |
| I hate this black top that I’m on |
| And I don’t know what way to run |
| I just can’t get away |
| I don’t know which way to run |
| (I don’t know where) |
| I don’t want to play dodge ball |
| I jump as I can in the air |
| I feel that the red ball whizzing by my head |
| I know I’m gonna get hit in the end |
| I wish I would have stayed home sick in bed |
| Don’t get caught next to a loser |
| He might try to drag you down with him |
| Scraped up legs will tell the tale of |
| Who was out and who was really in |
| Whoah-oo-oh.. . |
| I don’t want to play dodge ball |