Gee, Its Lonesome In The Outfield. It's

I'm Only Going One Way.

Hotter 'n Hell, Ain't It, Prez?

I Copied (shoeless Joe) Jackson's Style Because I Thought He Was The Greatest Hitter I Had Ever Seen, The Greatest Natural Hitter I Ever Saw. He's The Guy Who Made Me A Hitter.

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.

All I Can Tell Them Is Pick A Good One And Sock It. I Get Back To The Dugout And They Ask Me What It Was I Hit And I Tell Them I Don't Know Except It Looked Good.