Lyrics What a Game - David Loud , Mark Jacoby

You'll like Baseball
It's a civilized pastime
In a World gone mad
There is comfort to be had
In the game Father played at school
Men of class
Competing on the grass
Where sportsmanship
And fellowship
And courtesy are the rule
PLAY BALL
Ain't this the kind of weather
For smackin leather
For playin Baseball
The kind of weather makes a man
Hit
Like Hell
HOCK PTOOY
Let's go you sons of bitches
Let's see some pitches
Let's play some Baseball
The Kraut is strikin out again
Shmidt, you smell!
The Giants havn't got a pray'r
Ahh your underwear
Up your alley
Go back to where your mother once came
Hit That Ball
Run you Bastard
Hit That Ball
Kill the Kraut
WHAT
GAME
HOCK PTOOY
Hey schnabel, take your head out of your ass!!
Heh, I guess that's tellin him huh
HEY SCHNABEL TAKE YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR Mmph
At Harvard we were gentlemen
Men were gentlemen
SO'S YOUR SISTER
We called each other mister and
DOYLE, YA SUCK
Don't Listen
Our games were very quiet
We'd never Riot
We'd
EAT THAT BASEBALL
The worst we'd ever said would be
RUN, YA SCHMUCK
Don't Listen
Now here's this noisy rabble
This foreign babble
Who let this happen
There's hardly one american name
YAH HERZOG
Hit That Ball
Stupid Pollack
Hit That Ball
Kill the Kike!
WHAT
GAME
It's Braves and Giants
Two to Two
The Pitchers name is
Hub Perdue
Jack Murray's now up at bat
*Ball gets hit, gasps and awes*
My god would somebody look at that!
Ain't this the kind of weather to get together and
BASH HIS TEETH IN
The kind of weather makes a man
Hit
Like Hell
A find uplifting atmosphere
Bring your children here
Teach them Baseball
The game all true Americans
Do
Damn Well
It's like the constitution
The institution
Of dear old Baseball
Where every man is trated the same
Kill That Mick
Run you Pollack
Strike The Kike
Kill the Krout
What A
What A
What A
Up your alley
Edgar!
Game!
HOCK PTOOY
YEAH!!