To My Sick Little Pal. I Will

Gee, Its Lonesome In The Outfield. It's Hard To Keep Awake With Nothing To Do.

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.

To My Sick Little Pal. I Will Try To Knock You Another Homer, Maybe Two Today.

I'm Only Going One Way.

What The Hell Has (herbert) Hoover Got To Do With It? Anyway, I Had A Better Year Than He Did.