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To the tune of "Rudolph, the Red Nosed Reindeer":
Zimmer, the fat ass bench coach
has a few too many chins;
And when he lunged for Pedro,
they quivered with an evil grin.
All of the other Yankees
called our boy a big disgrace
(Then they beat a groundskeeper,
leaving cleat marks on his face).
But one classic Thursday eve,
Petey came to play,
Striking out those Yankee schmucks
('cause we know that Yankees suck)
Then how the Nation loved him
As he held his champagne glass
Petey, our Cy Young winner
Cowboyed up and kicked some ass!
(Go Sox!)
T'was the night to beat the Yankees,
And all through the nation
Not a single sole was thinkin'
Of 85 years of damnation.
Cuz this is the year
To end our bad luck,
And even if it wasn't,
The YANKEES STILL SUCK.
On Damon, on Nixon, on Manny, and Nomah!
On JV, on Walker, Ortiz, and Millah!
Carry this team and end this damned curse.
Don't blow the game or you'll leave town in a hearse.
To the true fans of BOSTON,
Get a beer and a cup
And say it together
With me now: Cowboy up!
Get it?
Alright Sox... lets kill 'em in game 7!!