Free agent Reggie Jackson shows up in 1977 on the New York Yankees, a team with no shortage of superstars or flamboyant hotshots. Is he humbled? Deferential? Silent but determined? Hardly -- our Reggie shows up and tells the newspapers that "those other guys are fine but I'm the straw that stirs the drink." If you're going to be that cocky, you had better have the goods to back it up. He did and the Yankees won their first World Series championship since the early '60s.
Everybody talks about the new kid in town. They talk behind his back when he's not around. I'd like to slip in but that's not my style. Let me see how you're feeling about me in a little while. The cities got their blackouts and their Son of Sam. There are superstars and then there's what I am. One of a kind -- they made the tabloids just for me. Look out now 'cause there's something that I want you to see.
I'm the straw that stirs the drink. I'm the straw, you don't even have to think about it. Because they're waiting outside the clubhouse door. Mr. October's got it coming and a little more.
The captain's a hero but he can't do what I can. The skipper's drunk and beating on the marshmallow man. My swing's so sweet they could name candy after me. Stick around until October and then we'll see. I'm a card carrying member of Mensa. I've got MVP trophies on my credenza. Go ask the Daily News, they'll tell you what I can do. Mr. October's got a little something for you.