Album: Damn Yankees

Six Months Out Of Every Year



Meg:
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...
Meg:
I'm alone
Men:
Ooo...ooo...
Meg:
Six months out of every year
He doesn't take me anywhere
Six months out of every year
When I play cards,
Solitaire
Men:
Come on Come
Damn!
Meg:
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 moths out of every year
I might as well be wearing crepe
Life is just an awful bore
From which I find no escape
Women:
Six months out of every year
Meg:
When we met in Nineteen Thirty-Eight
It was November
Sister:
When I said that I would be his mate
It was December!
Gloria:
I reasoned he would be the greatest husband
That a girl had ever found...
Paula and Cynthia:
That's what I reasoned...
Nancy and Amy:
That's what I reasoned...
All woman:
Then April rolled around!
Men:
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 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
Women:
Six moths
Out of ev'ry year
He lives by the television set
Meg:
He's Out
He's Safe,
He's Out,
Women:
If you
See that man of mine;
How does he look?
I forget
Men:
Let's go!
Women:
Six moths
Of ev'ry year,
We know there is no other dame.
Men:
He's Out,
He's Safe,
He's Out
Women:
If he
Isn't home by six,
It's six to one
There's e game.
Men:
Let's Go! Let's Go!
Women:
Six months out of ev'ry year,
When we cook for them,
It never pays.
Men:
AAHH!!
Women:
Instead of praising our goulash,
They're appraising the plays
Of Willie Mays
Women:
He's Out,
He's Safe,
He's Out,
He's Safe,
He's Out,
He's Safe,
He's Out!

Women: Meg:
Six months, Strike Three,
Out of ev'ry year, Ball four,
Walk,
A run'll tie the score.
We might as Fly ball,
Well be wearing crepe. Yankees win again today!
Life is Those Damn Yankees!
Just an awful bore from which Why can't we beat 'em.

Girls: Men:
We find He's Out,
He's Safe,
He's Out
He's Safe,
He's Out
He's Safe,
He's Out!
No escape Yer blind Ump,
Yer blind Ump,
Ye must be outta yer mind Ump!
We're dying for the mercury Let's Go!
To drop to three below.
We're crying for the happy days Let's Go!
Of icicles of snow,
We don't mind sleeping solo, Those Damn Yankees!
That is,
Once a year or so,
But with them it's a career. What are we waiting
For? April, May
Men June, July,
Blah! August, September.
April, May
June, July,
August, [BURP!]
September,
All
Six months out of ev'ry year...
Men:
Yer blind Ump,
Yer blind Ump,
Ye must be outta yer mind Ump!
Women:
Year!