re: Harry Caray couldn't call my game...

I went from St. Claire shores and drink specials at Winners
To New York City and seven hundred-dollar dinners
From hangin' with sinners and secondhand cheap sex
To gettin' much respect from top record execs
The cool Kid's claimin' up to call you out
So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth
Bet that arse, hoss, I ain't forgot
When I was tossed in the dime bin and left to rot
Used to call me funny when my nose was fricking runny
Now my frickin' bunnies gettin' frickin' Matchbox 20 money