Boston fans seem to find out early
how to face the scores without a smile.
A rich old man, he runs the Yanks, he's surly.
He'll wear a turtleneck and cramp your style.

Every year, old Fenway Park gets lonely.
I guess even love of baseball has its price.
And it breaks your heart to think your team is only
going home when early morning's cold as ice.

So you tell yourself you're gonna win this evening
and comfort all your friends who're feeling down.
But you know this, you shouldn't be believing.
You are headed for a fall in Pinstripe Town.

You can't hide your lionize.
And your smile soon will vaporize.
I thought be now you'd realize
there ain't no sense within your lionize.

On the Outbound Green Line train the boys are waiting
with fiery eyes and dreams you think umps steal.
They ride on to the Park, Yankees, they're hating
'cause it makes 'em feel the way they love to feel.

They rush down Brookline Avenue together.
A World Series they ain't won for a while.
The Babe was sold, and now they're Cursed forever.
A swing away, and now the Yankees smile.

You can't hide your lionize.
And your smile soon will vaporize.
I thought be now you'd realize
there ain't no sense within your lionize.

She gets up and thinks about her Nomar
and stares out at the stars up in the sky.
Another year the Yanks get their big homer.
She knows another year she's gonna cry.

She wonders how the Yankees got so lucky.
She thinks about her love for Captain Carl.
Did she get tired, or did the Sox get sucky?
She's so far-gone, and she begins to snarl.

My, oh, my, you sure thought Pedro would change things.
You thought he'd scare the Yankees 'cause he's mean.
Ain't it funny how you still lose 'cause of strange things.
You still ain't won it since nineteen eighteen.

And you can't hide your lionize.
And your smile soon will vaporize.
I thought be now you'd realize
there ain't no sense within your lionize.
There ain't no sense within your lionize.
Honey, why these bums you lionize?