New York Yankees vs. Boston Red Sox: The sound of selling

I've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots; that my tongue is tied off
My brain's repeating if you've got an impulse, let it out!
But they never make it past my mouth

This is the sound of selling
This is the sound of selling

Our youth is fleeting, old age is just around the bend and I can't wait to go gray
And I'll sit and wonder of every love that could have been
If I'd only thought of something charming to say

This is the sound of selling
This is the sound of selling

I've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots

I think that's how that song goes.