Hey Boston, you Boston
yelling "Yankees Suck!"
you're a discontented city
where you're paying the most bucks
I have no doubt
you dream about
the series you never win
but I wish someone could explain to you why your chances are so slim

You've got Martinez, Garciaparra, and players who just can't run
the manager, Joe Kerrigan
and you played ball in the sun
Then no money on gameday at Friendly Fenway
A brand new park is key
Yeah, I love New York too, but I still hate the Yankees...

Umpire, Umpire
don't call our man out
Cause I have this need to tell you
what our Red Sox are about
I can see so much of me
still living in your eyes
won't you share a part
of a broken heart
that has saddened New England's lives

Oh, I've seen Toronto, the Baltimore O's
playing the American East
Nanette was no no, sold the Bambino
Greatest became the least
Though they're cheered on by kings
They've won no rings
Not a one since Nineteen Eighteen
Yeah, I love New York too, but I still hate the Yankees...

Hey, you know where Carl Everett is?
He ain't here
You got lucky and traded, him to the same place
as Jeff Bagwell we hear
but you know what truth is?
it's that little ball that's rolling
through Buckner's legs. Sob, we're mourning.
A New York Mets team that we hate just for spite
There's still. Next year.

Sometimes I've been to crying for unmade signings
that made our Bosox complete
but you, you have new owners
Selig backed the two bidder, top got beat
I spent my life exploring
the blatant whoring
that's called Free Agency
hey Boston, We all love New York too,
but we still hate the Yankees...

Yes, I love New York too, but I sure hate the Yankees...