Grady, on that night in inning eight you made a boo boo
You refused to take out Pedro, blame is yours
My God, with so many others in the pen to help you
Relief pitchers and their arms what, are they for?
You have gone, and made yourself the fool
Red Sox lost, it was your fault
So close, foiled once again
Won't you please tell me what went wrong?

Grady, for so many years the Red Sox never won one
Should have come into the eight and, took the ball
Forever, will go on and haunt us - we're all in mourning
Eighty five years of the Babe's curse, we do fear
In our eyes, there's no one else to blame but you
Larry's gonna tell you - you are gone
And yes, oh yes, we'll always blame you for the Series
We've waited for this for so long

Grady, Red Sox Nation's heart does bleed
Out of Boston is where we, want you to be
Blew, it all, there's somethin' I want you to know
You've continued all our strife, just you Grady!