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Danny Kaye
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D-O-D-G-E-R-S Song (Oh, Really? No, O'Malley)
Oh, I say D I say D-O D-O-D D-O-D-G D-O-D-G-E-R-S Team, team, team, team
Oh I say O-M O-M-A O-M-A-L O-M-A-L-L-E-Y Oh really? No, O'Malley
Sandy Koufax Oh, my Drysdale Maury Wills I love you so
And we defy Defy the J-I J-I-N J-I-N-T The J-I-N-T-S, Giants 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 beginning In the third, like a bird We get two on, none away Then Fairly hits Into a double play
Here comes Big Frank Howard Yes siree Boy, what a swing Strike three
Oh, dem B Oh, dem B-U B-U-M B-U-M-S Dem bums, dem bums Dem dry bums Oh, they may be bums But they're my bums
Top of the fifth Say hey Willie Mays Hits a three bagger Down the right field line
Then he's out trying to Stretch it to a homer As Roseboro 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 Durocher, Leo Durocher 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 Conlin cries, 'Yer out!' Out? Out?
Down in the dugout Alston glowers Up in the booth Vin Scully frowns Out in the stands 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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 Haller runs to back up Hiller Hiller crashes into Miller Miller falls, drops the ball Conlin calls 'Safe!' Yay, Maury!
Gilliam up Miller grunts Miller throws Gilliam bunts
Cepeda runs to field the ball And Hiller covers first Haller runs to back up Hiller Hiller crashes into Miller Miller falls, drops the ball Conlin calls 'Safe!' Yay, Conlin!
Willie Davis gets a hit And Tommy 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 So does Hiller, so does Miller Haller hollers 'Hiller' Hiller hollers 'Haller' Haller hollers 'Hiller' Points to Miller with his fist And that's the Hiller Miller Haller Hallelujah 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 nut 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 D I 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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