I've Heard About You. I've Heard About

In 1960 When Pittsburgh Beat Us In The World Series, We Outscored Them 55-27. It Was The Only Time I Think The Better Team Lost. I Was So Disappointed I Cried On The Plane Ride Home.

Butcher Boy, Damn It, Butcher Boy.

I Don't Care Who You Are, You Hear Those Boos.

If I Send The Ball Home, I Know What Will Happen To It. My Twin Brothers Will Take It Out On The Lot, Like Any 20-cent Rocket.

I Leaned On Him For Support When I Got Out Of The Cab, And He Just Crumpled To The Ground. That's How We Found Out.