You keep saying you will beat the Yankees.
Rooting for those Sox, just confess:
You've been messin' where you shouldn't be messin'.
Again someone else is reignin' as the best.

Babe Ruth, his ghost is walkin'
and you know what he'll do.
All of these days his Curse is gonna walk all over you.

Yeah.

You thought you'd win with the Splendid Splinter.
And titles you thought Captain Carl would get.
You liked Roger before his team was changin'.
Since World War I, a title ain't yours yet.

Babe Ruth, his ghost is walkin'
and you know what he'll do.
All of these days his Curse is gonna walk all over you.

Yeah.

You keep playin', always gonna be losin'.
Nomar, Pedro, this time won't get burned.
Ha!
We just put together another rally, yeah.
And our Mystique, young Aaron Boone has learned.

Babe Ruth, his ghost is walkin'
and you know what he'll do.
All of these days his Curse is gonna walk all over you.

Are you ready, Boone?
Start trottin'!