Story Behind The Song
The story of the Dodgers leaving Brooklyn
| Song Length |
2:48 |
Genre |
Pop - Easy Listening |
Lyrics
The Last First Ball
When I blurted out the rumors
In the Daily News
Frank Lambino dared me
To prove that they were true
We both got detention
For fighting in the hall
The day they threw The Last First Ball
"Dodgers Leaving Brooklyn"
All the tabloids swore
I thought "when pigs can fly, Elvis dies
And Datsuns beat out Fords"
And Eddie Bobo's cousin
Stole me two packs of Pall Malls
The day they threw The Last First Ball
In a ghetto down in Selma
They dreamed about a King
While Ike was out at Wingfoot
Practicing his swing
And Rosie and me caught the IRT
To Sullivan Street that fall
To watch 'em throw The Last First Ball
McDevitt took his windup
The Pirates needed three
I smelled of beer and cheap cigars
And Rosie's Fleus De Lie
Twenty-thousand held their breath
To hear that umpire's call
The day they threw The Last First Ball
We'd be back at Ebbets
When next season rolled around
And God and Walt O Malley
Would never let us down
'Cause the Duke and Newc and Pee Wee
Were loyal to us all
The day they threw The Last First Ball
Handler/Mugrage