Win Any Way As Long As You

This Guy Don't Come To The Ballpark To Beat You. He Comes To Beat You Bad. This (jackie) Robinson, He Plays A Ton.

What Are We At The Park For Except To Win? I'd Trip My Mother. I'd Help Her Up, Brusher Her Off, Tell Her I'm Sorry. But Mother Don't Make It To Third.

I Made A Game Effort To Argue But Two Things Were Against Me: The Umpires And The Rules.

Give Me Some Scratching, Diving, Hungry Ballplayers Who Come To Kill You.

Ballplayers Are A Superstitious Breed, Nobody More Than I, And While You Are Winning You'd Murder Anybody Who Tried To Change Your Sweatshirt, Let Alone Your Uniform.