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BASEBALL BAT
DATING GUIDE |
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Danny Kaye "D-O-D-G-E-R-S Song (Oh Really?, No,
O'Malley)" 45 RPM Record (With Lyrics) |
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"D-O-D-G-E-R-S
Song (Oh Really?, No,
O'Malley)" 45 RPM Record |
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Item Details |
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CIRCA
- 1962
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RECOORD LABEL
- Reprise
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CATALOG
NUMBER -
R-20,105
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SIZE
- 7"
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SPEED
- 45 RPM
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PRICE GUIDE
- $15.00-$25.00
Excellent - Near
Mint condition
(with picture
sleeve)
Information
Provided by:
Keymancollectibles.com
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Arranged and conducted by Pete King;
the "D-O-D-G-E-R-S Song (Oh, Really?
No, O'Malley)" was written by Herbert
Baker, and Sylvia Fine, wife of
comedian Danny Kaye. The Novelty song
was performed and recorded by Danny
Kaye on the Reprise record label.
The 45 RPM record was released in September of 1962, with a picture sleeve
depicting Danny Kaye in a Dodgers
uniform bunting. The back of the cover
pictures Danny Kaye in the dugout, and
around the batting cage with LA Dodger
player which includes; Walter Alston,
Leo Durocher, Frank Howard, Maury
Wills, Don Drysdale, and Giant, Orlando
Cepeda.
Side A -
"D-O-D-G-E-R-S Song (Oh,
Really? No, O'Malley)" tells the
fictitious story of a game between the
Dodgers and their rival, the San
Francisco Giants. The "O'Malley"
mentioned in the title, is a variation
on an old Danny Kaye joke... “My sister
married an Irishman." “Oh, really?”
“No, O’Riley.” In “The Dodgers Song,”
it became “Oh, really? No, O’Malley.”
(Dodger owner at the time Walter
O’Malley)
"The Dodgers Song" was a hit everywhere except in San Francisco, where
disc jockeys offered Giant fans a brand
new Elvis Presley recording for every
broken copy of Kayes record. Side B -
"Myti Kaysi At The Bat" is a
comedic rendition of Casey at Bat,
preformed by Kaye with a Japanese
accent.
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"D-O-D-G-E-R-S Song (Oh
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| "D-O-D-G-E-R-S Song
(Oh Really?, No,
O'Malley)" Record
Sleeve |
Side A
"D-O-D-G-E-R-S Song
(Oh Really?, No,
O'Malley)" |
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"D-O-D-G-E-R-S
Song (Oh Really?, No, O'Malley)" - Lyrics 1962
Written by Herbert Baker and Sylvia Fine
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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 S
ay 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
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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