Lyrics - The Dodgers Song by Kaye Danny

Oh,
I say
DI say
D-
O,
D-
O-
DD-
O-
D-
G,
D-
O-
D-
G-
E-
R-
STeam, team, team, team!
Oh!
I say
O-
M,
O-
M-
AO-
M-
A-
L,
O-
M-
A-
L-
L-
E-
YOh really?
No,
O'
Malley!
Sandy
Koufax, oh my
Drysdale,
Maury
Wills,
I love you so.
And we defy
Defy the
J-
I,
J-
I-
NJ-
I-
N-
T,
The
J-
I-
N-
T-
S,
Gi'nts!
Play ball!
Orlando
Cepeda is at bat with the bases jammed.
Orlando
Cepeda, with a wham, bam, he hit a grand slam.
In the very first inning, but it's only the begining,
In the third, like a bird, we get two on, none away.
Then
Fairly hits into a double play.
Here comes
Big
Frank
Howard, yessiree,
Boy, what a swing!
Strike three.
Oh dem
BOh dem
B-
U,
B-
U-
MB-
U-
M-
S.
Dem bums, dem bums, dem dry bums.
Oh they may be bums, but they're my bums.
Top of the fourth, say hey
Willy
Mays
Hits a three bagger down the right field line.
Then he's out trying to stretch it to a homer,
As
Roseborro tags him on the bottom of the spine.
With a crack you can hear
All the way back up to
San
Francisco, open your hospitals!
Charge!
Inning six,
Maury
Wills
Draws a walk, in the coach's box
Leo
Dourochure,
Leo
Dourochure
Starts to wiggle and to twitch.
A signal?
No, an itch.
Go
Maury, go
Maury, go go go!
Maury goes, the catcher throws,
Right from the solar plexus.
At the bag he beats the tag
That mighty little waif,
And umpire
Connlin cries, "
Yer out!"
Out?
Out???
Down in the dugout
Alston glowers,
Up in the booth
Vin
Scully frowns.
Out in the stands
O'
Malley grins,
Attendance fifty thousand.
And what does
O'
Malley do?
Charge!
Bottom of the ninth, four to nuttin',
Last chance, push the button!
Oh we're pleading, begging, on our knees,
Come on you
Flatbush refugees!
Maury
Wills at bat, hit it for me once,
Stu
Miller throws,
Maury bunts.
Cepeda runs to field the ball and
Hiller covers first,
Hallah runs to back up
Hiller,
Hiller crashes into
Miller,
Miller falls, drops the ball,
Connlin calls "
Safe!"
Yea,
Maury!
Gilliam up,
Miller grunts.
Miller throws,
Gilliam bunts.
Cepeda runs to field the ball and
Hiller covers first,
Hallah runs to back up
Hiller,
Hiller crashes into
Miller,
Miller falls, drops the ball,
Connlin calls "
Safe!"
Yea,
Connlin!
Willy
Davis gets a hit
And
Frankie does the same,
Here comes
Mr.
Howard
With a chance to win the game.
Hit it once!
Big
Frank bunts?!?
Cepeda runs to field the ball and
Hiller covers first,
Hallah hollers "
Hiller",
Hiller hollers "
Hallah,"
Hallah hollers "
Hiller," points to
Miller with his fist,
And that's the
Hiller
Miller
Holler
Hallah-luia
Twist!
The
Davises score, it's four to four,
And
Howard's still rounding the bases.>
From second to third, it's almost absurd,
Amazement on everyone's faces.
He's heading for home, he hasn't a chance,
The poor lad is gonna be dead.
But the ball hits him right in the seat of his pants
And he scores!
That's using your head.
So
I say
DI say
D-
O,
D-
O-
D-
G-
E-
R-
S.
The team that's all heart,
All heart and all thumbs,
They're my
Los
Angeles, your
Los
Angeles,
Our
Los
Angeles...
Do you really think we'll win the pennant?
Bums!
Ooh, ooh, ooh dem bums.

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