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86 summers gone by |
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Bambino put a hex on the Bean |
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We were living on a tear and a sigh |
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In the shadow of the Bronx machine |
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Man, you could feel it smoulder |
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The whole town had an attitude |
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Then you'd get a little chip on your shoulder |
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Say something that's downright rude |
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Oh, damn them Yankees |
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Outspending everybody two to one |
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Picking up on the cream of the crop |
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Stealing everyone's favorite son |
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Angels of Fenway |
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Hear our prayer |
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We have been chastened |
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We have been patient |
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Grandmama was a Fenway fan |
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Even after Grandad died |
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I still remember her holding my hand |
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Taking me along for the ride |
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She was born in 1918 |
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Last year that the Red Sox won |
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Back then when they sold the Babe |
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Something that they never should've ever have done |
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Hey Nanna can I have another Coke? |
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Here comes the hot dog man |
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Look at that, his bat just broke |
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Gee, that's got to kill his hand |
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Riding home on the Green Line |
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Watching the town go by |
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Nanna made another Red Sox fan |
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'Til the day I die |
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That was back in '65 |
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It doesn't seem like a long time ago |
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Grandmama keeping hope alive |
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Watched them win in '004 |
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Oh my God, it was beyond belief |
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Down three, needing four in a row |
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Holding on by the skin of our teeth |
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Like a hungry dog on a bone |
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Angels of Fenway |
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Give them peace |
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They have been patient |
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Red Sox Nation |
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The whole world held its breath |
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People got down on their knees |
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Ready for the sudden death |
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Praying to heaven for hell to freeze |
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Nanna watched from her hospital bed |
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She was there 'til the end of the race |
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I couldn't hear the last words she said |
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But she was lying there with a smile on her face |
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Just a little smile on her face |
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It doesn't feel like a long time ago... |
