LYRIC
THE BALLAD OF FETTEH SHMEEL- Country Yossi- Breakout
(Originally The Battle of New Orleans- Johnny Horton- Composed By Jimmy Driftwood)
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In a bungalow colony
The first week in July,
We organized a baseball team
The men all came to try.
We found eight guys that weren’t bad
But still we needed one,
And so we signed up Fetteh Shmeel
Not knowing what we’d done.
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CHORUS:
He was Five foot Five and he weighed 297
And he was still a-growin’
Cause he never missed a meal.
When he would run
The ground would start a-shaking,
A-shakin’ and a-quakin’
‘Neath the feet of Fetteh Shmeel.
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It was the first game of the season
And the tension, it was great,
The bottom of the ninth, two out
And guess who’s at the plate.
Yeah, Fetteh Shmeel was crouching there
His eyes as cold as ice,
The pitcher throws the ball two times
And Fetteh misses twice.
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CHORUS:
He was Five foot Five and he weighed 297
And he was still a-growin’
Cause he never missed a meal.
When he would run
The ground would start a-shaking,
A-shakin’ and a-quakin’
‘Neath the feet of Fetteh Shmeel.
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Then Fetteh Shmeel, he calls for time
And says a silent prayer,
Then he kisses all his tzitzis once
His peyos ‘round his ear.
He steps into the batter’s box
The pitcher throws the ball,
And Fetteh throws with all his might
And really gets it all.
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CHORUS:
Though he was Five foot Five and he weighed 297
And he was still a-growin’
Cause he never missed a meal.
When he would run
The ground would start a-shaking,
A-shakin’ and a-quakin’
‘Neath the feet of Fetteh Shmeel.
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(Eintz, tzvei, drei, feer)
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Well, he ran too fast
But his belly started bouncing,
He turned green and got chalushis
He began to moan and groan.
Ehr hut ungefangen shvitzen
And he stumbled and he tumbled,
Oy der erd hut zich avek geligt
And never made it home.
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(Eintz, tzvei, drei, feer
Eintz, tzvei, drei, feer)
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Well we lost that game
And Fetteh called it quits,
And we retired his uniform
There’s no one else it fits!
But every time we play a game
It’s Fetteh Shmeel we call,
We use him as a backstop
And we never lose a ball!
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CHORUS:
He was Five foot Five and he weighed 297
And he was still a-growin’
Cause he never missed a meal.
When he would run
The ground would start a-shaking,
A-shakin’ and a-quakin’
‘Neath the feet of Fetteh Shmeel.
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(Eintz, tzvei, drei, feer)
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Well, he ran too fast
But his belly started bouncing,
He turned green and got chalushis
He began to moan and groan.
Ehr hut ungefangen shvitzen
And he stumbled and he tumbled,
Oy der erd hut zich avek geligt
And never made it home.
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(Teig zich ois, Fetteh Shmeel!
Nee, loif shoin aheim!
Vus ligst dee dorten
Vee a shtick fleish mitz tvai fees?
Hurry up, here comes de ball!
Oy, you’re out! Ah Churban!)
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