Moe Berg: The Song

Moe Berg the catcher — good field and no hit
Somehow he lasted 19 years — ‘till his knees made him quit
He never really played much & he never really cared
He was happy just to hang around with a uniform to wear
Moe Berg the Princeton graduate — went on to study law
Got his degree from Columbia — all the while playing ball
He caught the eye of the Dodgers — who were trying to sign a Jew
Who might help ‘em sell some tickets — in The Bronx & Yonkers too
Moe Berg the professor of the bullpen joked with pitchers
Reading them the newspapers he used to have delivered
He spoke to ‘em in Russian, Japanese & French
He was the greatest scholar that ever rode the bench
Moe Berg & The Babe, they went over to Japan
With a team of touring all-stars giving clinics for the fans
This was back in the 30's as the world prepared for war
Moe took a lot of pictures — nobody knew what for
Moe Berg the secret agent — never even told his mom
Of his mission to determine if the Germans had the bomb
He learned to speak good physics — without hardly a lisp
He infiltrated lectures with the German scientists
Moe Berg the walking riddle — would put his fingers to his lips
If you recognized him on the street — he’d nod & whisper «shhhh»
He kept a lot of secrets — no one will ever know
He knew a lot of people — but nobody ever knew Moe
Moe Berg the beloved — he had the gift of gab
The moocher, the celebrity — he never paid the tab
He could get in at the ballpark — with his lifetime player’s pass
He could eat up in the press box — someone always filled his glass
Moe Berg son of an immigrant — brought his father shame
All that education — then to play a child’s game
Moe made it to the Majors — but his dad would never go see him
Moe’s baseball card is on display at the CIA museum
Long after he’d retired — there was still Moe Berg the myth
He rode into the sunset hanging sadly onto it
Appearing on a game show — as the mystery guest
Some say disappearing — might be what Moe did best