(The Yiddisher Ball-Player)
A popular song from 1913
words by Blanche Merrill
music by Irving Berlin
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- What’s the score? Six to four
What do you think of that?
Don’t blame me if I holler
I bet a half a dollar on the game
And I’ve got a right to be sore
Please remove your hat
Who’s that at the bat?
Did you say it’s Jakey Rosenstein? Fine
On his hand he’s got sand
Look at him at the plate
Maybe you don’t think that boy is great, Wait
Chorus
Jake, now don’t you miss it
Jake, go on and kiss it
Give it a knock and don’t you fake
Go on and give it a smack, crack
That’s a la-la-pa-loos-a
Run, you son of a gun
Run, you son of a gun
What’s that I hear the people shout?
You’re out
Jake, I lose my half a dollar
Poison you should swallow
Jake, Jake, you’re a regular fake
- Hear them howl, it’s a foul
What do you think of that?
Why, he was only fakin’
Now he’ll bring home the bacon
Oi! that boy
He’s certainly there with the bat
It’s not over yet, I would like to bet
Only if you bet with me you must trust
Jake, don’t stall, hit the ball
Play with it like a toy
Make a half a dollars worth of joy, Oi
Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein: