Intro: Verse 86 summers gone by, Bambino put a hex on the Bean We were living on a tear and a sigh, in the shadow of the Bronx Machine Man, you could feel it smolder, the whole town had an attitude Then they get a little chip on the shoulder, say something that's downright rude Oh, damn them Yankees, outspending everybody two to one Picking up on the cream of the crop, stealing everyone's favorite son Angels of Fenway hear our prayers, we have been patient, we have been jacent Verse Grandmama was a Fenway fan, even after Grandad died I still remember her holding my hand, taking me along for the ride She was born in 19 18, last year that the Red Sox won Back the when they sold the Babe, something that they never shoulda ever have done Bridge One more! Hey Nanna can I have another Coke? Here come the hot dog ma-----n, look at that, his bat just broke Gee, that's got to kill his hand Riding out on the Green Line, watching the town go by Nanna made another Red Sox fan, till the day I die Verse That was back in sixty-five, doesn't seem like a long time ago Grandmama keeping hope alive, watch them win in double-o-four Oh my God, it was beyond belief, down 3 needing 4 in a row Holding on by the skin of our teeth, like a hungry dog on a bone Chorus: