When we met in nineteen thirty-eight, it was November
When I said that I would be his mate, it was December
I reasoned he would be the greatest husband that a girl had ever found
That's what I reasoned
That's what I reasoned
Then April rolled around
Strike three, ball four, walk a run'll tie the score
Yer blind, Ump,
Yer blind, Ump,
Ya mus' be out-a yer mind, Ump!
Six months out of every year
I might as well be made of stone
Six months out of every year when I'm with him I'm alone
He caught the corner
Six months out of every year
He doesn't take me anywhere
Six monthso ut of every year, when I play cards
Solitaire
The other six months out of every year
We are hardly ever seen apart
But then the Washington Senators take over my place in his heart
Six months out of every year
Strike three
Ball four
Walk a run'll tie the score
Fly ball
Double play
Yankees win again today
Those damn Yankees
Why can't we beat 'em?
He's put, he's safe, he's out, he's safe, he's out, he's safe, he's out
Yer blind, Ump,
Yer blind, Ump, you must be out of yer mind, Ump
Six months out of every year
He live by the television set
He's out, he's safe, he's out!
If you see that man of mine
How does he look?
I forget
Le-e-ets go!
Six months out of every year
We know there is no other dame
If he isn't home by six,
He's out, he's safe, he's out!
It's six to one
There's a game
Le-e-ets go!
Six months out of every year when we cook for them it never pays
Aahh!
Instead of praising our ghoulash
They are appraising the plays of Willie Mays!
He's out, he's safe, he's out!
Six months out of every year
Strike three, ball four, walk a run'll tie the score
We might as well be wearing crepe
Fly ball double play, Yankees win again today
Life is just an awful bore
From which there is no escape
Those damn Yankees
Why can't we beat 'em?
He's put, he's safe, he's out, he's safe, he's out, he's safe, he's out
Yer blind, Ump,
Yer blind, Ump, you must be out of yer mind, Ump
We're dying for the mercury to drop to three below
Yay team
We're crying for the happy days of icicicles and snow
Yay team
We don't mind sleepin' solo, that is once a year or so
Those damn Yankees
But with them it's a career
What are ya waitn' for?
April, May, June, July, August, September
April, May, June, July, August, September
Six months out of every year
Yer blind Ump, Yer blind Ump, you must be out of yer mind Ump
April, May, June, July, August, September
April, May, June, July, August, September