Tony (Boston's Chosen Son)

Set against the fading Fenway sun
 Years since the last pennant had been won
 Long since the Bambino had been bought
 Boston found the hero it had sought
 Tony, our hearts beat as one
 Tony, you're Boston's chosen son
 In August, he was only 22
 And there was nothing that he couldn't do
 That bastard, Hamilton, threw at his head
 Tony dropped, the crowd feared he was dead
 Tony, our hearts bleed as one
 Tony, what has that pitcher done?
 But miracle of miracles
 On Lansdowne Street
 A comeback and a home run swing
 Returning, oh, so sweet
 But it was never meant to be
 Tony cried "I cannot see"
 His eyes, they fade, the fans, they cried
 And at 45, Tony died
 Tony, our hearts, they still ring true
 Tony, we still remember you
 Tony, our hearts, they beat as one
 Tony, you're Boston's chosen son