What's All This Then

Why should I care what this guy has to say?

The correct answer is that you shouldn’t. We’re all entitled to our opinions. Develop your own. I try to be sane and rational, but that may change with the level of caffeine intake. I’m just telling my stories in the hopes they may amuse and/or inform others. And... I Confess... I'm showing off my bitchen collection a bit.


Saturday, October 4, 2014

Your Los Angeles Dodgers

I'd better hurry up and post this one while the Dodgers are still contenders.

Danny Kaye - D-O-D-G-E-R-S Song

Danny Kaye was a big fan of the Los Angeles Dodgers.  He was often at games sitting in the owners box.  As a tribute, he recorded this single.  I'm not 100% certain, but I believe this one was sold at games.

This one deserves a lyric reprint which will follow at the end of this Dodger oriented post.







Dodger interview record available with fill up....

Union '76 - a local gas station chain -  was a proud sponsor of the Dodgers.  This was before there were tons of sponsors.  Maybe only one or two.  Farmer John's and Union '76 were the ones I recall.

If you filled up at any Union '76 station, you received a 7 inch 33 of a Dodger player interviewed by legendary broadcaster Vin Scully.     We have about 10 of these.  Not sure how many there are.

I don't know of any other artists who were on the Union '76 label.





And as promised - the lyrics to the Dodger song.


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
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 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, 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 fifth, say hey Willie Mays
Hits a three-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!
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 Conlan cries, “You’re 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,
Haller runs to back up Hiller,
Hiller crashes into Miller,
Miller falls, drops the ball, Conlan calls “Safe!”
Yea, 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, Conlan calls “Safe!”
Yea, 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 goes 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 everyone’s faces.

He’s heading for home, he hasn’t a chance,
The poor man 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