Win Any Way As Long As You

What Are We At The Park For Except To Win? I'd Trip My Mother. I'd Help Her Up, Brusher Her Off, Tell Her I'm Sorry. But Mother Don't Make It To Third.

There Is Only One Way To Pitch To Musial - Under The Plate.

Give Me Some Scratching, Diving, Hungry Ballplayers Who Come To Kill You.

Five Runs Ahead And He'd Knock In All The Runs I Could Ask For. One Run Behind And He Was Going To Kill Me.

Ballplayers Are A Superstitious Breed, Nobody More Than I, And While You Are Winning You'd Murder Anybody Who Tried To Change Your Sweatshirt, Let Alone Your Uniform.