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Casey's a dangerous gent

[Colonna] Egad, when he goes

to bat hang on to your hat

He's batting a thousand percent

with the ladies

Oh, Casey has nerve

and he knows every curve

- [Whistles]

- He's no hokeypokey

- [Grunts]

- He gets away

with that old double play

- [Whistles]

- He's sure okeydokey

[Chorus] He makes all

the ladies go ga-ga, it's true

No wonder they swoon

when he comes into view

[Colonna]

He was the Sinatra of 1902

[All]

Casey, the pride of them all

[Squealing, Giggling]

[Colonna] The pitcher's nerves were

jagged and his knees began to shake.

Hey, can't catch me!

Can't catch me!

One eye was watching Flynn...

and the other eye

watching Blake.

[Players Heckling]

[Gulps]

While the frightened pitcher

ground the ball into his hip,

defiance gleamed

in Casey's eye,

a sneer curled Casey's lip.

[Chortling]

And now the leather-covered sphere

came hurtling through the air,

and Casey stood

a-watching it...

in haughty grandeur there.

Close by the sturdy batsman,

the ball unheeded sped.

"That ain't my style,"

said Casey.

St-t-t-t-rike one!

The umpire said.

- [Babbling]

- From the benches black with people,

there went up a mighty roar,

like the beating of the ocean

on a stern and distant shore.

Kill him!

Kill the umpire!

Yelled a cutie

from the stands.

And it's likely they'd have killed him

had not Casey raised his hand.

With a smile

of Christian charity,

great Casey's visage shone.

He stilled the rising tumult

and bade the game go on.

[People Shouting]

He signaled to the pitcher,

and once more the spheroid flew.

But Casey still ignored it,

and the umpire said, quote...

St-t-t-t-t-trike two!

- Unquote.

- [Booing]

"Fraud,"cried the maddened thousands,

and the echo answered, "Fraud!"

But one scornful look

from Casey...

and the audience was awed.

They saw his face

go stern and cold.

They saw his muscles strain.

And they knew that Casey

would not let that ball go by again.

[All]

Ooh!

The sneer is gone from Casey's lip.

His teeth are clenched in hate.

He pounds with cruel violence

his bat upon the plate.

And now the pitcher holds the ball,

and now he lets it go.

And now the air is shattered

by the force of Casey's blow!

[Women]

Somewhere in this favored land

- The sun is shining bright

- [Chirping]

[Colonna]

Ah, yes.

[Women]

Somewhere bands are playing sweet

[Full Chorus]

And somewhere hearts are light

[Colonna]

Somewhere men are laughing

[Laughing]

Somewhere children shout

[Thunderclaps]

But there is no joy

in Mudville.

Mighty Casey has struck out!

[Sobbing,

Blubbering]

[Angry Yell]

[Frustrated Grunts]

[Chorus, Colonna]

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