That's It. Curtains. Off To

I Come From New York Where, If You Fall Down, Someone Will Pick You Up By Your Wallet.

There's No One Who's Dropped On Top Of The Mountain. You've Got To Work Your Way To The Top.

I Let Ballplayers Yell Back At Me Because I Wasn't Trying To Prove I'm Boss. I Know I'm Boss.

That's It. Curtains. Off To The Races. Treetops. Seashells And Balloons.

Butch, You Come From Dewitt Clinton. There Are Five Thousand Brothers In That School. You're The Best There. You've Been All-city Two Years In A Row. How Bad Can You Be? You Come With Me And We'll Make Nice Music.