The Ice Of Boston

Pop open a bottle of bubbly… yeah

Here's to another goddamn new year

And outside, 2 million drunk bostonians

Are 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, I'm 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

That I'd rather not admit to right now

Woke up at 3 AM 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 myself

Oh, 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