A home run hit song from 1908
Words and music by George M. Cohan, William Jerome and Jean Schwartz
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Coney Island’s all right
It’s a fine place at night
But the place that’s the money to me
Is the park where they play
Classy Ball every day
Talk of sport! It’s the big Jubilee
At the shout of “Play Ball”
I’m just daffy, that’s all
As I sit with my queen like a king
With her score card in hand
Mamie looks more than grand
To the rooters around me I sing
Chorus:
Take your girl to the ball game
Any old afternoon
That’s the place to propose to Mame
The spot for a sun-shiny spoon
Make a fan of your steady girl
If you lose her I’ll take all the blame
In the stand it’s just grand
As she squeezes your hand
At the base ball game
- Get your seat in the shade
Buy some cool lemonade
And a big bag of peanuts for two
Tell her each players’ name
And all points of the game
All her life she’ll be thankful to you
Every real Yankee maid
Loves to see the game played
For ten innings, she’d travel to Rome
And she’ll pray every day
That the home teams away
That they’ll win
And she’ll sing when they’re home - When my Mame is my wife
And we’re settled for life
In a home filled with comforts and joys
It’s a family then, lots of kids, nine or ten
And I’d like to have nine of ’em boys
Then I’ll have my own team
And can root and can scream
And the very first day that they play
As I start for the game
I am sure that my Mame
Tho’ she eighty years old, she will say
Sung by Laurence Rubenstein: