Ragtime - What a Game Lyrics

Broadway production 1998
Ragtime the Musical - What a Game Lyrics

"What a Game" is a song from musical Ragtime performed by Mark Jacoby (Father), Alex Strange (Edgar), and Men.

Umpire:
Play ball!

Father:
You'll like baseball. It's a civilized pastime.

A Group:
AIN'T THIS THE KIND O' WEATHER

A Group:
FOR SMACKIN' LEATHER,

A Group:
FOR PLAYIN' BASEBALL!

All:
THE KIND O' WEATHER MAKES A MAN
HIT LIKE HELL! (hock, spit)

Fan 1:
Let's go, you sons o' bitches!

Fan 2:
Let's see some pitches!

All:
LET'S PLAY SOME BASEBALL!

Fan 3:
The Kraut is strikin' out again!

Fan 4:
Schmidt, ya smell!

All:
(hock, spit)

A Group:
THE GIANTS HAVEN'T GOT A PRAYER.

Another Group:
AHH, YER UNDERWEAR!

First Group:
UP YER ALLEY!

Both Groups:
GO BACK TO WHERE YOUR MOTHER ONCE CAME!

All:
HIT THAT BALL!

Fan 1:
Run, you bastard!

All:
HIT THAT BALL!

Fan 2:
Kill the Kraut!

All:
WHAT A GAME!
(hock, spit)

Fan:
Hey, Schnabel, take your head outta your ass!
I guess that's tellin' him.

Little Boy:
Hey, Schnabel, take your head...!

Father:
AT HARVARD,
WE WERE GENTLEMEN.
MEN WERE GENTLEMEN.

Everyone Else:
SO'S YER SISTER!

Father:
WE CALLED EACH OTHER MISTER, AND...

A Group:
Doyle, ya suck!

Father:
DON'T LISTEN!
OUR GAMES WERE VERY QUIET,
WE'D NEVER RIOT, WE'D...

A Group:
EAT THAT BASEBALL!

Father:
THE WORST WE EVER SAID WOULD BE...

Immigrant:
Run, ya schmuck!

Father:
DON'T LISTEN! THOUGH I'M A FORWARD THINKER,

A Group:
The Mick's a stinker!

Other Group:
HE DROPPED THAT FLYBALL!

Father:
THERE'S HARDLY ONE AMERICAN NAME!

Immigrant:
Yah, Herzog!

All:
HIT THAT BALL!

Fan 1:
Stupid Polack!

All:
HIT THAT BALL!

Fan 2:
Kill the Kike!

All:
WHAT A GAME! (hock, spit)
IT'S BRAVES AND GIANTS TWO TO TWO.
THE PITCHER'S NAME IS HUB PURDUE.
JACK MURRAY'S NOW UP AT BAT...

MY GOD, WOULD SOMEBODY LOOK AT THAT!

AIN'T THIS THE KIND OF WEATHER
TO GET TOGETHER AND

Fan 1:
Bash his teeth in!

All:
THE KIND O' WEATHER MAKES A MAN HIT LIKE HELL!

A FINE, UPLIFTIN' ATMOSPHERE.
BRING YER CHILDREN HERE.
TEACH THEM BASEBALL.
THE GAME ALL TRUE AMERICANS
DO DAMN WELL.
IT'S LIKE THE CONSTITUTION,
THE INSTITUTION
OF DEAR OL' BASEBALL,
WHERE EVERY MAN IS TREATED THE SAME!

KILL THE KRAUT!

Fan 1:
Run, you Polack!

All:
STRIKE THAT KIKE!

Fan 2:
Kill the Mick!

All:
WHAT A...
WHAT A...
WHAT A...

Little Boy:
Up yer alley!

Father:
Ssh, Edgar!

All:
GAME! (hock, spit)

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SYNOPSIS
Prologue
Goodbye My Love
Journey On
The Crime of the Century
What Kind of Woman
A Shtetl Iz Amereke
Success
His Name Is Coalhouse Walker
Getting' Ready Rag
Henry Ford
Nothing Like the City
Your Daddy's Son
The Courtship
New Music
Wheels of a Dream
The Night That Goldman Spoke at Union Square
Gliding
The Trashing of the Car
Justice
President
Till We Reach That Day
Harry Houdini Master Escapist
Coalhouse's Soliloquy
Coalhouse Demands
What a Game
Fire in the City
Atlantic City
Buffalo Nickel Photoplay, Inc.
Our Children
Harlem Nightclub
Sarah Brown Eyes
He Wanted to Say
Back to Before
Look What You've Done
Make Them Hear You
Wheels of a Dream (reprise)