Ragtime movie - What a Game lyrics
rate me<br>
You'll like baseball. It's a civilized pastime. <br>
<br>
In a world gone mad,<br>
There is comfort to be had<br>
In the game Father played at school<br>
Men of class,<br>
Competing on the grass<br>
Where sportsmanship<br>
And fellowship<br>
And courtesy are the rule. <br>
<br>
UMPIRE<br>
Play ball!<br>
<br>
(The Polo Grounds. A game is in progress. The stands are packed with raucous FANS from all walks of life. FATHER and THE<br>
LITTLE BOY are conspicuous. So is FATHER's uneasiness the noisy, sweaty, raucous people around him. They are not FATHER's<br>
kind at all. In the excitement, one FAN even throws one arm around FATHER's shoulder.) <br>
<br>
GIANTS FANS<br>
Ain't this the kind o' weather<br>
<br>
BRAVES FANS<br>
For smackin' leather<br>
<br>
GIANTS FANS<br>
For playin' baseball<br>
<br>
ALL<br>
The kind o' weather makes a man<br>
Hit like hell!<br>
<br>
(HOCK, SPIT)<br>
<br>
FAN #1<br>
Let's go, you sons o' bitches!<br>
<br>
FAN #2<br>
Let's see some pitches!<br>
<br>
ALL<br>
Let's play some baseball!<br>
<br>
FAN #3<br>
The Kraut is strikin' out again!<br>
<br>
FAN #4<br>
Schmidt, ya smell!<br>
<br>
(HOCK, SPIT)<br>
<br>
BRAVES FANS<br>
The Giants haven't got a prayer<br>
<br>
GIANTS FANS<br>
Aah, yer underwear!<br>
<br>
BRAVES FANS<br>
Up yer alley!<br>
<br>
ALL<br>
Go back to where yer mother once came!<br>
<br>
(All make some rude gestures.)<br>
<br>
Hit that ball!<br>
<br>
FAN #5<br>
Run, you bastard!<br>
<br>
ALL<br>
Hit that ball!<br>
<br>
FAN #6<br>
Kill the Kraut!<br>
<br>
ALL<br>
What a game!<br>
<br>
(HOCK, SPIT)<br>
<br>
<br>
FAN #2 (calling to field)<br>
Hey, Schnabel! Take your head out of your ass!<br>
(to THE LITTLE BOY)<br>
I guess that's telling him, huh?<br>
<br>
THE LITTLE BOY<br>
Hey, Schnabel! Take your head out of your --! <br>
<br>
(FATHER firmly clamps his hand over THE LITTLE BOY'S mouth.) <br>
<br>
FATHER<br>
At Harvard,<br>
We were gentlemen<br>
Men were gentlemen<br>
<br>
EVERYONE ELSE<br>
So's yer sister!<br>
<br>
FATHER<br>
We called each other "Mister", and...<br>
<br>
FANS #5 & #7<br>
Doyle, ya suck!<br>
<br>
FATHER<br>
Don't listen!<br>
Our games were very quiet<br>
We'd never riot, we'd...<br>
<br>
FANS #4, #8, & #9<br>
Eat that baseball!<br>
<br>
FATHER<br>
The worst we ever said would be...<br>
<br>
FANS #3 & #6<br>
Run, ya schmuck!<br>
<br>
FATHER<br>
Don't listen! <br>
Now there's this noisy rabble<br>
This foreign babble<br>
Who let this happen?!<br>
There's hardly one American name!<br>
<br>
FAN #10<br>
Yah, Herzog!<br>
<br>
ALL<br>
Hit that ball!<br>
<br>
FAN #11<br>
Stupid Polack!<br>
<br>
ALL<br>
Hit that ball!<br>
<br>
FAN #8<br>
Kill the Kike!<br>
<br>
ALL<br>
What a game!<br>
<br>
(HOCK, SPIT)<br>
<br>
It's Braves and Giants, Two to two.<br>
The pitcher's name is Hub Purdue<br>
Jack Murray's now<br>
Up at bat...(ball crack) <br>
<br>
(THE LITTLE BOY stands up. He knows what will happen next. FATHER realizes with a start the ball is coming right at them.<br>
THE LITTLE BOY holds up his hand and catches it.) <br>
<br>
ALL<br>
My God, would somebody look at that!<br>
Ain't this the kind of weather<br>
To get together and<br>
<br>
FAN #6<br>
Bash his teeth in!<br>
<br>
ALL<br>
The kind o' weather makes a man<br>
Hit like hell! <br>
<br>
(The FANS fight.) <br>
<br>
ALL<br>
A fine, upliftin' atmosphere<br>
Bring yer children here.<br>
Teach them baseball.<br>
The game all true Americans<br>
Do damn well! <br>
It's like the Constitution<br>
The institution<br>
Of dear ol' baseball<br>
Where every man is treated the same!<br>
Kill that Mick!<br>
<br>
FAN #1<br>
Run, you Polack!<br>
<br>
ALL<br>
Strike the Kike!<br>
<br>
FAN #2<br>
Kill the Kraut!<br>
<br>
ALL<br>
What a...<br>
What a...<br>
What a...<br>
<br>
THE LITTLE BOY<br>
Up yer alley!<br>
<br>
FATHER<br>
Sshh, Edgar!<br>
<br>
ALL<br>
Game!<br>
<br>
[Thanks to Yehuda Alexander for lyrics]<br>
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