Sung to the tune of Devil Went Down to Georgia.
The Devils came in to Boston, lookin' to extend their lead
Their team was playin' hot, and thought they'd do the deed
When they came across this young man, with a right arm touched by the Lord above
And the Devils jumped up on the field, and said "Boy, go get your glove
I'll bet you didn't know it, but we play hardball very well
And, we figure if you're man enough, you'll wager enough to tell
Now you've got a fine right arm there son, but we're the best team in the East
We'd bet a field of gold against your soul, we'll beat you by 3 runs at least
The young man said: "My name's Josh, and it's probably gonna rile your fuzz
But I'll take your bet, and your gonna regret, because I'm the best there ever was"
Josh you loosen up your blessed right arm and sling that rawhide hard
Cause hells broke loose in Boston, and the Devils have no regard
And if you win you get an enshrined field made out of gold
But if you lose the Devils get your soul
The Devils took their turns in the batter's box, and they made some mighty cuts
They slashed at the ball with all their strength, they poured out all their guts
For all their effort they got a few hits, and at one point scored a run
Josh's team held the lead in the 9th, when he came back out for another round of fun
He took the bump, "Not bad" he said, his voice an angry hiss
"But you haven't seen my best stuff yet, and you ain't hittin' this"
Fire at Fenway, run Sox run
Devils in the house of the risin' sun
Maddon's got a bedpan, shittin' out dough
"Papi does your dog bite?"
"No, man, no"
The Devils bowed their heads as knew that they were beat
Josh struck out the side, and made it look like an ordinary feat
Josh said: "Devils come on back if you ever want to try again
Cause I told you once, you sonsabitches, I'm the best that's ever been"
Win.