If I Knew Exactly What I Know

I Can't Recall A Day This Year Or Last When I Did Not Hear The Name Of Babe Ruth.

I Used To Love To Come To The Ballpark. Now I Hate It. Every Day Becomes A Little Tougher Because Of All This. Writers, Tape Recorders, Microphones, Cameras, Questions And More Questions. Roger Maris Lost His Hair The Season He Hit Sixty-one. I Still Have All My Hair, But When It's Over, I'm Going Home To Mobile And Fish For A Long Time.

You Got To Play A Hundred And Fifty Games A Year, So Pick Your Spots. You Can Miss Two Games A Month; So Pick The Days You're Gonna Be Hurt, Or You're Gonna Rest Or You're Gonna Have A Drink Or Two. The Rest Of The Time, Be On That Field.

I'm Sure Glad This Isn't My Home Ball Park.

There Is No Such Thing As A Bed Of Roses All Your Life.