The Ice Of Boston

Pop open a bottle of bubbly yeah

Here's to goddamn new year

And outside 2 million drunk Bostonians

Getting ready to sing Auld Lang Sine out of tune

I sit there in my easy chair

Looking at the clouds orange with celebration

And I wonder if you're out there

Hey The ice of Boston is muddy

And reflects no light in day or night

And I slip on it every time

Pop open a third bottle of bubbly

Yeah and I take that bottle of champagne

Go into the kitchen stand in front of the kitchen window

And I take all my clothes off take that bottle of champagne

And I pour it on my head feel it cascade through my hair

And across my chest and the phone rings

And it's my mother

And she says HI HONEY HOW'S BOSTON

And I stand there all alone on New Year's Eve

Buck naked drenched in champagne

Looking at a bunch of strangers

Uh looking at them

Looking at me looking at them and I say:

Oh fine Mom—how's Washington

Hey The ice of Boston is muddy

And reflects no light in day or night

And I slip on it every time

Hey The ice of Boston is muddy

And reflects no light in day or night

And I slip on it every time time time time yeah

So I guess the party line is I followed you up here

Well I don't know about that

Mainly because knowing about

That would involve knowing some pathetic

Ridiculous and absolutely true things about myself

I'd rather not admit to right now

Woke up at 3 A M with the radio on

That Gladys Knight and the Pips song on

About how she'd rather live in his world with him

Than live in her own world alone

And I lay there head spinning trying to fall asleep

And I thought to myselfOh Gladys girl

I love you but oh get a life

Hey The ice of Boston is muddy

And reflects no light in day or night

And I slip on it every time

Hey The ice of Boston is muddy

And reflects no light in day or night

And I slip on it every time

Time time time

Time time time

Time time time

Time time time

Yeah