A Song to Celebrate the Reestablishment of the Curse

First, the pain. Written by me, October 21, 2004, to the tune of “Please, Mr. Please” by Olivia Newton-John:

In the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox
with the best of rockin' music, old and new.
But like my baseball team, it's out of order
and like four baseball games, its fuse just blew.
I've got good Milwaukee amber on the counter
and some Subway Series thoughts to ease the pain
'til some history professor talks World War I
and here I am just grumbling again!

Please, Mister, please
don't say "1918!"
It was our Curse on the Red Sox
but it's over!
Please, Mister, please
if you know what I mean
I don't ever want to hear that year again!

If I had a dime for every A-Rod strikeout
and each gopher ball that's served up since Game 3
I could swear I'd be the richest guy in Bloomfield
maybe even in the State of New Jersey!
But I guess I'd better get myself together
'cause the Sox have finally kicked our behind.
And not once I heard "I'm sorry" from a pitcher
and these Pinstriped bums weigh heavy on my mind!

Please, Mister, please
don't say "1918!"
It was our Curse on the Red Sox
but it's over!
Please, Mister, please
if you know what I mean
I don't ever want to hear that year again!

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Now, the pleasure, sadistic though it might be. Written by me, July 31, 2009, the sequel:

In the corner of the bar there sits a Sox fan.
Makes the best of revelations that are new.
He's gone to their games since they cost a quarter.
And for most of his life, they would not come through.

He's got Samuel Adams beer upon the counter.
And two rings that now provide him lots of pain.
'Cause some butt in-pushin' "Cowboy Up" guy cheated.
And now, here he is, just wallowing again!

Papi Ortiz!
It's still "1918!"
It's still chanted, 'cause you're tainted, it's not over!
Papi Ortiz!
If you know what I mean
All us Yankee Fans can chant that year again!

If I had a dime for every time I wondered
how the Yanks could blow a series up by three
I could swear I'd be the richest guy in Bloomfield
maybe even in the State of New Jersey.

But I guess the Curse will really last forever.
'Cause they won by sticking needles in behind.
Never once Sox said, "I'm sorry" for their cheating.
And it really takes a big load off my mind!

Papi Ortiz!
It's still "1918!"
It's still chanted, 'cause you're tainted, it's not over!
Papi Ortiz!
If you know what I mean
All us Yankee Fans can chant that year again!

1918* Forever!