The Red Sox Are Winning

When you are gone
I keep track of the time
In my diary line by line
And the past is behind
It was so long ago
When believing and beauty celebrated the birth
It was green, lovely green
We could fly like new queen
But nowadays no one seems to care
They laugh at me when I ride my bike
Turn away in shame when I fly my kite
I spend my Saturdays alone in the mirror
Arranging my hair
In the end, what is there
To talk of passing time?
Should I turn off the TV
Or go to the race track
And bet on the dogs?
And the weather is strange
No summer this year in the days of the war
But the Red Sox are winning
But nowadays no one seems to care
They laugh at me when I ride my bike
Turn away in shame when I fly my kite
I spend my Saturdays alone in the mirror
Arranging my hair
In the end, what is there
To talk of passing time?
Should I turn off the TV
Or go to the race track
And bet on the dogs?
And the weather is strange
No summer out here in the days of the war
But the Red Sox are winning
Let's make Boston America's number one baseball city
Hurray, hurray
Kill the hippies
Kill the hippies
Kill the hippies