(1-slow)
A long, long time ago,
In a stadium in the Fens,
George Herman Ruth was playing ball.

He swung the bat and threw so well,
He was opponents' living hell,
That Harry Frazee went and placed a call.

He asked the New York Yankees owner
For an infamous financial loaner:
The Yankees got their phenom,
The Sox got cash and then some!

So Ruth left on a special train,
Not knowing that we would complain:
"The Sox would never win again
Until the Curse has died!"

Oh
Why, why, did the sale of this guy
Leave the Boston Red Sox sobbin' as the decades went by
The poor fans stretching out their hands to the sky, asking
When will this Bambino curse die, when will this Bambino curse die?

(2-fast)
It's the story of a team
Which had always tried to chase a dream,
Yet had always come up short!

Where they would earn over 90 wins,
Yet Harry Frazee's evil sin
Would give them the worst bleeping luck
In sports!

They would suffer through an incident
Involving hits from Bucky Dent
They had the Mets a-pegged
'Till the ball passed Bill Buckner's legs

2003, New York again:
The Red Sox were once more a-poised to win
But Grady left poor Pedro in
Oh why, oh why, oh why?

Why, why...

(3)
The ballclub started up '04
By showing Grady Little the door
And getting Schill and Foulke instead

And they pitched and won through the day and night
And much to all the fans delight
They proved themselves the AL's head!

But then our hopes began to fall
With couple months .500 ball
The aforementioned lead
They of course decided to cede

By now, the prognosis sure was plain
As everyone felt Boston's pain
And those who didn't went insane!
Oh why, oh why, oh why?

Why, why...

(4)
The team started a counterstrike
When a player they didn't like
Got into a big fight with 'Tek

The club went onto a winning tear
With homers shooting into the air
That trading Nomar couldn't wreck!

Well, the team secured the wild-a card
And didn't find it very hard
To sweep the Angels out
But the Yankees started to rout!

They beat the Sox three in a row
Our chance of winning got quite low
A-golfing we were gonna go
Oh why, oh why, oh why?

Why, why...

(5-slow)
The Sox came back in the next four
And had the Cardinals on the floor
When Edgar hit it to the mound

Foulkie grabbed it and seemed to stare
As if he hadn't been prepared
To confront the history that he had found

As he began to walk to first
The Red Sox fans began to curse
They thought that he would blow it
This songwriter yelled, "THROW IT!"

But finally he threw it on
Mientkewicz caught it, and thereupon
New England came to party on!
[Pause for people to cheer in the recording]
This day, the curse has died!

So now they're singing:
[New York accent]
My, my, will the trade of this guy
Leave the New York Yankees sobbin' as the decades go by?
New Yorkers stretching out their hands to the sky, asking
When will our new A-Rod curse die?