Don't Let The Fear Of Striking Out

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.

I Said I'm Going To Hit The Next One Right Over The Flagpole. God Must Have Been With Me.

Paris Ain't Much Of A Town.

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

If It Wasn't For Baseball, I'd Be In Either The Penitentiary Or The Cemetery.