The Only Difference Between Me And Those

Every Hitter Likes Fastballs, Just Like Everybody Likes Ice Cream. But You Don't Like It When Someone's Stuffing It Into You By The Gallon. That's What It Feels Like When Nolan Ryan's Thrown Balls By You.

It's A Fickle Town, A Tough Town. They Getcha, Boy. They Don't Let You Escape With Minor Scratches And Bruises. They Put Scars On You Here.

The Way Things Are Going The Faces On Next Year's Bubble-gum Cards Will Be Lawyers.

The Only Difference Between Me And Those Other Great Yankees Is My Skin Color.

If I Played In New York, They'd Name A Candy Bar After Me.