you see on our side, we got jesus

1918 echoes in my head;
visions of buckner haunt me in bed.
2003 threw me for a loop;
my 'cowboy up' boys were quite a group.
but boone dashed all hope w/an extra inning homerun,
though red sox nation knew after the 8th, it was done.
i try not to dwell, the past is the past;
how quickly hope fades, while sorrow it lasts.
but 2004 is a brand new year,
'could this be next year' again sox fans cheer.
c'mon manny hit one deep,
let's put this curse talk forever to sleep.
ortizelle pound hits off the wall,
varitek will catch them all.
pokey makes it look so easy -
schilling, wake, lowe, man i feel quesy.
last year kev's rally song kept us going;
johnny damon's hair just keeps on growing.
no longer closer woes cause us to sulk,
cause this year...we got keith foulke.
nomar will be back, as will trotter;
no sweeter sound than 'dirty water'.
kevin youkilis is the greek god of walks;
let's see how much georgie's money talks.
keep your arod, keep your jeter,
just don't take our petey's heater.
keep your 26, i'll take just one;
all yankees fans, forever i shun.
'cause 2004 is the year your luck ceases;
you see on our side, we got jesus.