Lyrics:

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

So 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
O, 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,
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 an away
Then Fairly hits into a double play
Here comes big Frank Howard yes-sirree
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' Willy Mays hits a 3 bagger down the right field line
But 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 hospital
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 solarplexus
At the bag he beats the tag
That mighty little waif
And umpire Conlan cries 'you're out!'
Out? Out?
Down in the dug-out 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? Ahh!
Bottom of the ninth
Four to nutin'
Last chance
Push the button
Oh we're pleadin', beggin', 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 and Conlan calls 'safe!'
Yeah Maury!
Gilliam up
Miller grunts
Miller throws
Gilliam bunts
Cepeda runs to field the ball and Hiller covers first
Howard runs to back up Hiller, Hiller crashes into Miller
Miller falls, drops the ball and Conlan calls 'safe!'
Yeah Conlan!
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
Miller hollers Hiller
Hiller hollers Miller
Haller hollers Hiller points to Miller with his fist
And that's the Miller, Hiller, Haller hallelujah twist
The Davises score it's four to four
Howard's still running the bases
From second to third it's almost absurd
Amazement on everyones 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 really win the pennant?
Bums! Oooo dem bums!