歌词
Tropical nights, Orchids in bloom, sultry perfume,
Intrigues and dangers, with passionate strangers,
I've seen it all, as I recall.
I met him in Boston, in the native quarter,
He was from Harvard, just across the border
It was a magical night, with romance everywhere
There was something in the air,
There always is in Boston
We went to the Casbah, that's an Irish bar there
The underground hideout of the D.A.R. there
Something inside of me said, "Watch your heart mad'moiselle"
And it might be just a s well to watch you purse in Boston.
We danced in a trance, and I dreamed of romance
Till the strings of my heart seemed to be knotted
And even the palms seemed to be potted.
The BOSTON BEGUINE was casting it's spell
And I was drunk with love. and cheap muscatel.
We walked to the Commons, that's a pretty park there,
As I remember, it was pretty dark there.
In this exotic locale, by a silver lagoon,
Underneath a voodoo moon, we fell asleep in Boston!
That was the story of my one romance there!
Our dream of adventure didn't stand a chance there!
How could we hope to enjoy all the pleasures ahead,
When all the books we should have read
Were all suppressed in Boston!
Exotic Boston, Land of the Free
Home of the brave, home of the Red Sox
Home of the bean, and home
Of the BOSTON BEGUINE