Lyrics

What’s behind your silver dollar?
No I won’t give up my pride
It is costly to be a daughter
Try to feel what that is like

Oh, oh, oh

Told my mother I’m a queer
She said I know you better
Denied myself for 35 years
Turned me into a stranger

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

I’m the comeback kid
Stick around you’ll see
My hit, in the last inning, with a bad bat flip
I’m the comeback kid

Oh, oh, oh

Look inside your wooden dresser
Buttons win the Nobel prize
Feminine and under pressure
Technically I have no right, to be the

Comeback kid
Stick around you’ll see
I’m the comeback kid
Stick around you’ll see my hit,
In the last inning, with a bad bat flip
I’m the comeback kid

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

I’m the comeback kid
Stick around you’ll see
I’m the comeback kid
Stick around you’ll see
I’m the comeback kid
Stick around you’ll see my hit
In the last inning, with a bad bat flip
I’m the comeback kid

Oh, oh, oh