Paris Ain't Much Of A Town.

I Hit An Inside-the-park Home Run! I Beat It Out! Can You Believe That?

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.

What Do I Think About When I Strike Out? I Think About Hitting Home Runs.

Who Is Richer? The Man Who Is Seen, But Cannot See? Or The Man Who Is Not Being Seen, But Can See?

I've Heard People Say That The Trouble With The World Is That We Haven't Enough Great Leaders. I Think We Haven't Enough Great Followers. I Have Stood Side By Side With Great Thinkers - Surgeons, Engineers, Economists; People Who Deserve A Great Following - And Have Heard The Crowd Cheer Me Instead.