Overture: Six Months Out of Every Year

(And next to the plate for the Yankees)

(Hank Bauer)

(On deck, Mickey Mantle)

When we met in 1938

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 'round

Strike 3, ball 4

Walk, a run'll tie the score

Yer blind, ump

Yer blind, ump

Ya must be outta 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

Six months out of every year

He doesn't take me anywhere

Six months out 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

I might as well be wearing crepe

Life is just an awful bore from which I find

No escape

Six months out of every year

Strike three, ball four

Walk, a run'll tie the score

Fly ball, double play

Yankee's win again today

Those damn Yankees

Why can't we beat 'em?

He's out, he's safe, he's out, he's safe

He's out, he's safe, he's out

Yer blind, ump, yer blind ump

Ya must be outta yer mind, ump

Six months out of every year

He lives 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 (Let's go)

Six months out of every year

We know there is no other game

(He's out, he's safe he's out)

If he isn't home by six, it's 6 to 1

There's a game (Let's go)

Six months out of every year

When we cook for them

It never pays

Instead of praising our goulash

They're appraising the plays of Willie Mays

(He's out, he's safe, he's out, he's safe)

(He's out, he's safe, he's out)

Six months out of every year (Strike 3, ball 4, 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 (Those damn Yankees, why can't we beat 'em?)

From which I find (He's out, he's safe, he's out, he's safe)

No escape (He's out, he's safe, he's out)

(You're blind, ump, you're blind, ump)

(You must be outta yer mind, ump)

We're dying for the mercury to drop to three below (Let's go)

We're crying for the happy days of icicles and snow (Let's go)

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 waitin' 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 outta yer mind, ump)