I'm sick to death of letting guys learn on the job in Cincy. We pay for their mistakes for years.
Everything sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks until it goes away
And the truth is, we don't know anything
A winning Reds team and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence
Listen Reds hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you