Tonight at the ballpark: nine innings, one raccoon, zero answers...
Late innings, packed seats, nothing on the field / Then a little
bandit strolled out, stole the whole reveal / Cameras pan,
crowd roars, he's got that slow walk / Whole stadium watching a
raccoon like it's October baseball
Who took the dog? — MYSTERY HAND!
— MYSTERY HAND! / Raccoon's takin' bows for a crime he never
had / Un-sung, un-signed, un-cuffed — MYSTERY HAND!
Wait — freeze frame — what's that in frame?
no face, no name / Slides in low,
five fingers, calm and slow / Whole hot dog?
Gone. Levitatin' out of frame,
He takes a bow, headline says he ate well / But rewind
the tape, slow it down — paws never left the rail /
Alibi immaculate, tail held high and grand / Somewhere out there,
a hand is still at large...
Who took the dog? — MYSTERY HAND!
— MYSTERY HAND! / Framed him on the jumbotron,
he never even planned / Free the raccoon!
Free the raccoon! — MYSTERY HAND!
Whose hand? ... WHOSE HAND?!
