If Bobby Ojeda hadn't raged at Sullivan and Yawkey And hadn't been traded to the Mets for Calvin Schiraldi If Oil Can Boyd hadn't been such a nutcase And Jim Rice had twice taken an easy extra base If the Red Sox had had a better playoff 4th starter Instead, Nipper served up a big fat slider to Carter What would Seaver have done if not for his bum knee? Would he have taken the ball and exacted revenge on his old team? If Gooden had pitched like the real Dr. K Or Donnie Moore hadn't had that nightmare day That stuck with him 'til he couldn't take anymore And turned his own kitchen into a killing floor And John McNamara, what the hell was he thinking? Was it him, not the party boy Mets, doing all the drinking? If he'd hit Baylor for Buckner and yanked the first baseman For his by-the-book late inning defensive replacement That ball would have been snagged if it'd ever been hit And Mookie's last name wouldn't now be "86" Bob Stanley picked a pretty bad time to uncork a wild pitch And I'm sure he's still thinking that you could have blocked it, Rich Then the tying run might have not been tallied by Mitch If one play killed the Sox, can you please tell me which? I guess everything happens for some sort of reason And there must be a tragic end to every long season If even one man doesn't do one thing he does We'd all know Bill Buckner for just what he was A pretty tough out for the Dodgers, Red Sox and Cubs Ten thousand at bats and close to three thousand hits And he stole plenty bases before his legs quit As tough to walk as he was to strike out But there's only one play that ever gets talked about Now some kind of fame lies in being a scapegoat And if not that, then you're just an historical footnote And your 22 years playing ball might be forgotten Maybe Bill Buckner was lucky his luck was so rotten