I'd Rather Be Lucky Than Good

I'm Something Like The Old Soak Who Never Knew Whether His Wife Told Him To Take One Drink And Come Home At 12, Or Take 12 And Come Home At One.

I Was Never Nervous When I Had The Ball, But When I Let Go I Was Scared To Death.

A Lot Of Things Run Through Your Head When You're Going In To Relieve In A Tight Spot. One Of Them Was, "should I Spike Myself?"

I Don't Want To Throw Him Nothing. Maybe He'll Just Get Tired Of Waiting And Leave.

I'd Rather Be Lucky Than Good