I Can't Tell You Why There's A

Why, They Shot The Wrong Mckinley!

I Was Blessed With A Strong Arm And A Weak Mind.

Sure I Eat What I Advertise. Sure I Eat Wheaties For Breakfast. A Good Bowl Of Wheaties With Bourbon Can't Be Beat.

I Won Twenty-eight Games In Thirty-five And I Couldn't Believe My Eyes When The Cards Sent Me A Contract With A Cut In Salary. Mr. Rickey Said I Deserved A Cut Because I Didn't Win Thirty Games.

I Know Who's The Best Pitcher I Ever See And It's Old Satchel Paige, That Big Lanky Colored Boy. My Fastball Looks Like A Change Of Pace Alongside That Little Pistol Bullet Ole Satchel (paige) Shoots Up To The Plate.