Bright Eyes, He's a Fan, Fan, Fan

Bright Eyes, He's a Fan, Fan, Fan

V1
At a ball game you will see him
Perched upon the bleacher high,
Where the sun beats down upon his brain,
There’s a wild look in his eye.
When he came in through the gate,
He had a mild and modest air;
When the bell rang “play ball”
He jumped upon his chair
V2
When the score is one to nothing,
In the last part of the third,
And there’s not a sound in the great big stand,
Then the fan’s loud voice is heard.
Put a single over short old pal and sew the game up tight,
When an up shot comes across the pan
And goes sailing out to right

V3
There are three men on the bases,
On the score board it’s a tie,
When the batter lets a wild one pass,
And the fan yells out “Good eye!”
Pick a nice one ot old Johnny boy,
There is a man on ev’ry sack,
When the next one comes a cross the pan,
There’s a loud and noisy crack.

V4
In the ninth the score is even,
And the home team needs one run,
With old Tinker up it looks like a cinch,
And the fielders t’ward the sun.
Slam it out Joe Tinker, you know where,
You are the candy kid, now show ‘em,
And old Joey slams the ball for fair,
And the fan says “Let’s go home.”
C
That’s the talk of the fan at the ball game boys,
That’ the talk of the man who knows,
He goes off his dip in the summer time,
But he is all right when it snows;
Around his home and the office boys,
He’s a haughty bus’nessman
But when he get to a ball game boys
Spoken “What”
He’s a Fan, Fan, Fan

Cecil Lean (words), Florence Holbrook (music)