Out in that midwest city of Chicago,
Batters are hitting as pitchers do hurl.
Game time still finds them out in the arena,
The organ still plays 'cause the Cubs on a roll.

There's this old hex hanging like a subpeona.
Since Bill Sianis cast that old spell.
Ev-ery year the fans see the hope fadin',
Fifty eight years they don't drink from the well.

It was a wild young Greek did them in,
Because his goat they offend.
Bill was declaring, his uniform wearing,
Old goat Athena attend with her glove.

But alas, the Cubs did not want no beasts of burden invadin',
Not even if a Cubs uniform wore.
No entry to fans when they walk on all four feet,
That's when Bill Sianis went and declared war.

I don't know how much of hexes is science,
But that old Billy wound up and pitched one.
Ever since that day the Cubs ain't had a prayer,
They always come up just short of a run.

Out near the back gate of Wrigleys he scanned,
That's where the evil was eyed.
He cast a good one, because his goat they shun,
For fifty eight years all hope has been fried.

They've been past every year in that midwestern town of Chicago,
Ran out of gas, help them please Texaco.

Now in Chicago each season is hopeless,
Series hopes gone just like a major theft.
Year after year series hopes keep on fadin',
They see each season end with early death.

They're rattled bad now since Bill stole their show,
Losing in every ball park.
Beg, steal or borrow, can't fool it, can't break free,
They should have let in that old goat with her cart.
Now at last here they are, end of season comes fast to Chicago,
There's only a few more games yet to go.
Both wills run strong, will they get their just reward,
Or will old Bill and his voodoo bring whoa?

In for a fight that goes back to those Greek boys,
Can these old Cubs even up that old score?
Doubting and brooding, they just have to scratch free,
Maybe they'll win the world series in four.

They've got the Marlins snapping at their heel,
Maybe they should go and confide,
That old guy Billy, he still got 'em rattled,
It's just so eerie, how his spell denied.

But that goat named Athena was wronged, will they rise to the callin',
It's just a theory, a spell can't arrest.
Old Greeks and spells you just don't want to trifle,
That spell may rule it and thus end their quest.

They may go nowhere, arena sits empty,
That there old Greek got them fit to be tied.
Fabled by old country charms that deny score,
They may just miss 'cause Athena got nigh.