I'd Play For Half My Salary If

(ty) Cobb Is A Prick. But He Sure Can Hit. God Almighty, That Man Can Hit.

Aw, Everybody Knows That Game, The Day I Hit The Homer Off Ole Charlie Root There In Wrigley Field, The Day October First, The Third Game Of That Thirty-two World Series. But Right Now I Want To Settle All Arguments. I Didn't Exactly Point To Any Spot, Like The Flagpole. Anyway, I Didn't Mean To, I Just Sorta Waved At The Whole Fence, But That Was Foolish Enough. All I Wanted To Do Was Give That Thing A Ride... Outta The Park... Anywhere.

What Do I Think About When I Strike Out? I Think About Hitting Home Runs.

Who Is Richer? The Man Who Is Seen, But Cannot See? Or The Man Who Is Not Being Seen, But Can See?

They Started Something Here, And The Kids Are Keeping The Ball Rolling.