1923 New York Yankees, World Champs!
Metamorphasis complete with Rodan-like lasers/ subject replete with shots, no chasers/ Stengel defended as best he could/ but dinosaurs are most dangerous when equipped with wood.

1927 and 28 New York Yankees, World Champs!
A renaissance in the Bronx and Harlem,/ an Urban Shocker backed up by Murderer's Row/ won a record 110 and then swept the flo'/ with the Pirates. Now it's dynastic./ The Bambino, Iron Horse and Tony Laz was spastic/ Waite Hoyt, Wiley More, Herb Pennock, Urban Shocker shout out to the staff./ A Murderer's role call.../While Amelia Earhardt flew the whole damn way/Pennock, Combs and Lazzetti chizza-came up lame/But Babe-a-Rizza-Ruth/Number 3 for sure/Went deep that number of times/In rizza-gizza game 4

1932 New York Yankees, World Champs!
The Yanks went pop, pop, pop pop/ Ruth called his shot, ha, ha ha/
Gherig said, "What?!"/ Root should've dropped him, ha, ha ha/ Chin music!

1936 through 39 New York Yankees, World Champs!
Sittin' in the bleachers on a Sunday afternoon/ watchin' Joe McCarthy stealing signs/ Carl Hubbell v. Red Ruffing in a pitchers' duel/ Everybody here is skipping school/ Who is this kid?/ Joe DiMaggio, I'd give a buck or two to be like you/ big big shoes/ Giants lose/1937, a doom decreed from heaven/ like the Hindenbergs the Giants would fall/ to the likes of Joe D, Lou Gherig and Bill Dickey/ It's tricky! to rock a rhyme that's right on time/ It's tricky! Shout out to Lord Stanley and the New York Rangers, Captain Courageous, Gone with the Wind the book/ Dynasty! the first of its kind/ Dynasty! Gherig for the lastest time/ while in the Rhineland military industry grinds/ Tanks are rollin'/ Yankees are strollin'/ Around the bases/ No pennant races/ Flying Aces droppin' bombs in hot places/ Derringer and Walters led the Major Leagues/ We never should've faulted Ernie Lombardi/ I'm not saying win leaders shouldn't lose/ but it simplifies the issue to blame it on a snooze

1941 New York Yankees, World Champs!
Owen, you see, had erred greviously in the 9th inning of game 4 of the 1941 World Series/ Brooklyn was illin'/ The Yankees were chillin'/ Dr. Jonas was prescribin' the Dodgers penicillin / Instead of evenin' it up,/ now we're roughin' you up/ Through the wickets, passed ball, said Red Ruffing you up/ And Joe Dimaggio would enlist to go/ to Pearl Harbor to be a hero once mo'/ Joe Dimaggio, 56 in a row/ Ja-Ja-Ja-Ja-Ja-Joltin' Joe!

1943 New York Yankees, World Champs!
'42 was unusual/ The Cards swept back led by Musial/ They lost game 1 in 1943/ and they hoped again, but it wasn't to be (It wasn't to be y'all)

1947 New York Yankees, World Champs!
The bums took us to seven/ Revolt in Madagascar and the Truman Doctrine/ No no-hitter for Bevens/ He lost game 4 with 2 outs in the 9th and not a hit from Brooklyn/ Pee Wee Reese; duck, duck, geese/ Welcome Jackie Robinson to the taste of defeat/ Spud Chandler, Allie Reynolds, Vic Raschi, Spec Shea spun beauties in the series to save the day

1949 through '53 New York Yankees, World Champs!
He was a clown, Stengel, up until that point/ a-makin' foolish decisions and stinkin' up the joint/ but Casey he found love/ and Casey he got some/ and Casey did it in the dugout/pulled the rug out on the bums/ Come on, Casey, come on/ Raschi and Reynolds, Lopat and Ford/ Whitey's first World Series/ There were many more/ Roberts was too tired/ There were low scores/ Konstanty tried in vain, but couldn't close the door/ The 22nd Amendment to the Constitution of the United States of America limits the Presidency to two terms; unfortunately for the New York Giants, the Yankees Dynasty knows no such limit/ 1951, Joe Dimaggio where will have you gone/ We use the future perfect when we remember you in song/ Say, "Hey!" Say, "Mayes!" Say, "Willie Mayes!"/ Say, "Mick!" Say, "Quick!" Look out for that drain!/ Eddie Lopat meet Joe Black/ The rookie standin' in the way of back to back to back to back/ With the bases full of Dodgers and a 4-2 lead/ a precarious spot, a-la the African Queen/ 42 at the plate, easy pop-up, no, wait!/ No one calls it, no one's got it!/ Billy Martin rushes in for a diving save/ Diver down Billy Martin, Diver Down Diamond Dave/ H to the I to the G-H-C (H) double E-S-E/ High Cheese in '53/ The reigning champions/ The destiny manifest before expansion comes

1956 New York Yankees, World Champs!
I got three crowns up on my Mantle/ Like the Reds in Hungary, in Brooklyn we trample/ Now, Roy Campanella was a real fine fella/ Mickey was better and Berra was sweller/ To perfection, a silent moment please.../ Don Larsen shocked the world and brought the Dodgers to their knees

1958 New York Yankees, World Champs!
Burdette you talkin' trash/ Spread it 'round like a rash/Got it down 3 to 1/ but we got a secret stash/ Now Spawn ain't so brave/ Bullet Bob'll save us/ with Don Larsen at our side in '58 we'll be famous

1961 and '62 New York Yankees, World Champs!
1961, Jets and Sharks in the Bay of Pigs/ Vietnam, Parent Trap, Jack Kennedy/ Moon River wider than a mile/ Maris beat Mantle, '61 in style/ Feestyle!: Elson Howard showered with power/ Vivan las Mariposas/ Whitey Ford: 25 and 4, 27 scoreless innings, shutout in game 4/ Rain marrred/ Bill Terry was scarred/ by the ghost of Maz'/ McCovey came hard/ but Richardson flashed/ now exactly half/ of World Series checks cashed/ in 40 years were theirs

1977 and '78 New York Yankees, World Champs!
1977 (Reggie, Reggie...) The straw that stirred the drink that did in Billy Martin served with Catfish and Louisiana Lightning, Mr. October, rocked over three straight first pitch fastballs in game 5 to make the fall classic his story/ I remember where I sat/ in my Boston Red Sox hat/ and I recall the things I ate/ October 2nd, '78/ Mike Torres was on the mound/ Dent up, two on, two out/ Who was this guy, this Bucky bum?/ 40 measley career homeruns/ The monster stands about 40 feet/ invitingly close, calm emerald green/ That ball is gone/ Yaz watched it go/ and so did I/ This much I know

1996 New York Yankees, World Champs!
1996 a flood of young homegrown talent overcomes/ the longest drought in franchise history is done/ A young man named Jeter, and another Rivera/ rookie stars lead on to a brand new era/ of redemption for souls long lost in Queens/ Fallen stars shine on, Wade and Darryl redeemed/ with Doc's no-hitter, this would be the year/ despite the Torre's tragedy, for which we shed a tear/ But on a slider in the 6th with 2 out and 2 on/ and 2 games down, the new era dawned/ With the crack of the bat/ Jimmy Leyritz snapped the momentum for the Braves/ and we never looked back/ Never look back

1998 through 2000 New York Yankees, World Champs!
One hundred and twenty five opponents vanquished, cast aside/ The best team ever? You decide./'99! Oh my!/ In the year of Columbine/ Victory 25, victory 25/ Yet another sweep/ Clinton impeached/ History repeats, repeat, repeats.../ Take a seat/ John Smoltz, Lou Holtz, dead bolts/ midnite packin' up and movin' like the Baltimore Colts/ Rolls Royce pulls up and who pops out?/ It's Chili Davis, a cigar hangin' out of his mouth; Lewinsky!/ In the year 2000, we built a new church/ please welcome our President, President Simon Birch/ Thanks for voting for me/ And now, by Presidential Decree/ despite Buster Olney/ this is last night of the Yankee Dynasty/ Should've never celebrated at Shea/ where once the Beatles did play/ Now begin to pray/ for Owen Meany/ to end this new dynastic force/ Dear Editor: This letter regards Shea Stadium and the Yankee Curse/ "She Loves You, Yeah...