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'Tis very strange, but quite as true, / That when our Baby smiles / Our club gets walloped black and blue / In all the latest styles; / But when our Baby's hopping mad / It's quite the other way -- / Chicago beats the Yankees bad / When Baby doesn't play.
When baby stands upon his base, / Just after having kicked, / Upon his Scandinavian face / Appears the legend, "Licked"; / But when he orders out a sub, / We well may hip-hooray -- / Chicago has the winning club / When Baby doesn't play.
But, if our Baby's getting old, / And stiff, and cross, and vain, / And if his days are nearly told, / Oh, let us not complain.
Let's rather think of what he was / And how he's made it pay / To hire the kids that win because / Our Baby doesn't play.