Six Months Out Of Every Year

Good evening
Just past the midpoint of the twentieth century
The average fan of the hapless Washington Senators
Felt this way about the legendary New York Yankees

So, naturally
The wives felt this way about their husbands

And since the average Senator fan's conversation
Was usually limited to some variation of this

Damn Yankees!

The average marriage around Washington
Worked something like this

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
I'm alone

Six months out of every year
He doesn't take me anywhere
Six months out of every year
When I play cards
Solitaire
(Come on, come on, yeah!)

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 months out of every year
I might as well be wearing crepe
Life is just an awful bore
From which I find
No escape

Six months out of every
When we met in 1938
It was November

When I said that I would be his mate
It was December

I reasoned he would be the greatest husband
That a girl had ever found
That's what I reasoned
That's what I reasoned
Then, April rolled around

Strike three, ball four
Walk around and 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!

You're blind, ump! You're blind, ump!
You must be out of your mind, ump
Six months out of every year (Come on. He's out! He's safe!)
He lives by the television set (He's out, he's safe)
(He's out)
If you see that man of mine (Are you blind, can't you see?)
How does he look?
I forget (Let's go!)

Six months out of every year (Let's go! He's out! He's safe!)
We know there is no other dame (he's out, he's safe, he's out)
If he isn't home by six (he's safe - he is!)
It's six to one
There's a game (Let's go!)

Six months out of every year
When we cook for them it never pays (Ah!)
Instead of praising our goulash
They're appraising the plays of Willie Mays
(He's out, he's safe, he's out, he's safe)
He's out! He's safe, he's out!

Six months out of every year (Strike three, ball four, walk a run'll tie the score)
We might as well be wearing crepe (Fly ball double play, Yankees win again today)
Life is just an awful bore (those damn Yankees, why can't we beat 'em?)
From which 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 (You're blind, ump! You're blind, ump)
(You must be out of your mind, ump)

We're dying for the mercury to drop to three below (let's go!)
We're crying for the happy days of icicles and snow (let's go!)
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, June, July, August (yeah!) September
April, May, June, July, August, September
Six months out of every year (you're blind, ump, you're blind, ump)
(You must be out of your mind, ump)