A popular song from 1911
Words by Andrew B. Sterling
Music by Harry Von Tilzer
Lyrics
1. Hear that band, Hezeki an Pruyn
In the stand, striking up a tune
Ain’t it grand? makes you want to spoon
Fly up, high up, way up to the moon
That’s the baseball glide, it’s a riot
I can’t keep quiet, I want to try it
That’s my fancy, I feel so dancy
Honey come on right now
Let’s go through it babe
Can’t you do it babe?
Listen and I’ll tell you how
Chorus:
When you hear Em ‘Call “Take you place”
Then you hit the ball, take your Base
Down to “First” you glide, by your baby’s side
Make a dash for “Second” honey
Slide! Slide! Slide! Slide!
When you’re stealing “Third”, steal a kiss
Lordy, oh Lordy, I’m chock full of bliss
One strike, Two strikes
Oh! Honey, honey hear me shout
And hold me tight, I’m striking out
“where’s the ball, hon? Made a “home run”
That’s the lovin’ Baseball Glide
2. Hold me tight, squeeze me like a ball
‘Cause you might let your honey fall
You’re in right, love you best of all
Wheel me, spiel me, up and down the hall
Don’t that baseball glide, set you crazy
My brain is hazy, ain’t it a daisy
It’s so tuned, “Fans” go looney
Goodness just hear them rave
Gee, I love a band, honey hold my hand
I can’t make my feet behave