Danny Kaye - D-O-D-G-E-R-S Song (Oh, Really? No, O'Malley) lyrics

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, 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 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 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 bu*ton! 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 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