Frank Sinatra - "OBrien to Ryan to Goldberg" lyrics

Shall we tell 'em' Shall we' By all means.

O'Brien to Ryan to Goldberg, what a great double play.

The other team never can get to score,

In every inning, we keep them from winning

Each time that they try for a rally

That's when we play finesse

Someone's at first and the game is in doubt,

The guy who's at bat hits a terrible clout,

The dust clears the way and they're both of them out,

O'Brien to Ryan to Goldberg.
O'Brien to Ryan to Goldberg

That's the myth that's apart.

The crowd in the bleachers are there at dawn,

They greet us royally, the team that is loyal,

The game lasted 17 innings

This was way after dark,

We couldn't see any thing anymore,

We thought that the crowd

Had gone home good and sore

And then they stood up with a deafening roar

O'Brien to Ryan to Goldberg
Who is the guy who scoops up the ball

And whips it to second base' O'Brien, O'Brien! (Irish jig)

And who is the guy who stands on the pill,

Who perch on an awful place' Ryan, Ryan (English jig))

And who is the guy who tags him at first'

With a pitying look on his face.

Mamie Goldberg's baby boy, hi, hi, hi

Goldberg, Goldberg, that's the boy for us

Hi, Hi, Hi, Hi (Russian jig)
My mother always wanted me to play the violin

That dainty little instrument just didn't fit my chin,

The night of my recital, I played the "sleeve a dew"

When suddenly a voice rang out,

"Hey, throw that can of fish!"

And then a ripe tomato was hurled in rude attack,