Just Speed, Raw Speed, Blinding Speed, Too

To Get Along With Me, Don't Increase My Tension.

Every Man In The Game, From The Minors On Up, Is Not Only Fighting Against The Other Side, But He's Trying To Hold Onto His Own Job Against Those On His Own Bench Who'd Love To Take It Away. Why Deny This? Why Minimize It? Why Not Boldly Admit It?

Just Speed, Raw Speed, Blinding Speed, Too Much Speed.

The Crowd Makes The Ballgame.

I Had To Fight All My Life To Survive. They Were All Against Me, But I Beat The Bastards And Left Them In The Ditch.