My favorite part of the Naked Gun is the baseball sequence that takes up the last quarter or so of the movie. Don't get me wrong--the Naked Gun is great throughout, but I have special fondness for the baseball scenes. From the multiple-announcer booth (Dr. Joyce Brothers!) to the special highlights on Angel-Vision (where a man gets mauled by a tiger while sliding into a base) to the quirky Randy Newman-ness of "I Love L.A.," the scene has everything.
Story-wise, Frank Drebin has been banned from the ballpark even though he's onto Vincent Ludwig's insidious plot to assassinate the Queen of England through some sort of sketchy auto-hypnosis device. What's an honest cop to do?
Oh...just assault an internationally-known opera singer and then impersonate him in one of the most absurd presentations of the Star-Spangled Banner known to man. Actually, Frank doesn't start off all that bad...but then things get much, much worse as our intrepid hero messes up the lyrics, wanders off-key, and then proceeds to forget the words.
How badly did Frank Drebin screw up the national anthem? The lyrics are posted below...and YouTube tomfoolery follows as well.
"Oh say can you see, by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed, in the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose bright stripes and broad stars, in the perilous night
O'er the ramparts we watched, dah-dah-dah-dah-da-da-da
And the rocket's...red glare!
Bunch of bombs in the air!
Gave proof to the night, that we still had a flag.
Oh say does that giant banner wave over all that is free
For the home of the land, and the land of the FREE!"