I was all right for a while.
I could smile for a while.
But I saw them last night.
They hugged and squeezed so tight
and the trophy said hello.

Tried to wish them well, but I feel like hell.
And pigs are flying, yes, it's true.
Flying, yes, it's true.
The Yanks said so long
left me standing all alone
while pigs are flying.
Flying.
Flying.
Flying.
It's hard to understand
but the Red Sox won and
the pigs are flying.

I thought that my Curse was still true.
But it's through, it's through.
It just don't work no more in 2004
and darling, what can I do?

For there's history
and the pigs will be
flying, yes, it's true.
Flying, yes, it's true.
Yes, Curse is gone
and from this moment on
pigs are flying!
Flying!
Flying!
Flying!

They're flying!
Fly-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-ing!
Ohhhh-whoa-ohhhh-ver youuuuuuuu!