(with apologies to Rod Temperton) It's close to midnight and Roy Oswalt is dealin on the moundUnder the floodlight, the fans hear only swishing soundsYou try to hit, but that fastball has some wicked movementYou start to freeze as curveballs seem to be right at your eyesYou're paralyzed'Cause this is Roy-O's thriller nightAnd no one's gonna save you from his throwing yet another strikeYou know it's thriller, thriller nightYou're fighting for your hits inside a kill...