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 olde lang sygne out of tune

i sit there and raise a cheer

lookin at the clouds, orange with celebration

i wonder if you're out there...



hey the ice of boston is muddy

and reflects no light in the day or night

and i slip on it every time



pop open the 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

i take that bottle champagne and i pour in on my head

and i 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 years eve

butt naked, drenched in champagne

lookin at a bunch of strangers

uh lookin at them

lookin at me

lookin at them and i say

"OH FINE MOM! HOW'S WASHINGTON?!"



hey the ice of boston is muddy

and reflects no light in the day or night

and i slip on it every time



hey the ice of boston is muddy

and reflects no light in the 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

but i dont know about that

mainly because knowing about that would involve

knowing about some pathetic, ridicouls, and absolutly true things about myself

that i'd rather not admit to right now



i woke up at 3 a.m. with the radio on

that Gladis night 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 laid there, head spinning, trying to fall asleep

and i thought to myself

"OH GLADIS GIRL I LOVE YOU BUT OH, GET A LIFE!"



hey the ice of boston is muddy

and reflects no light in the day or night

and i slip on it every time



hey the ice of boston is muddy

and reflects no light in the day or night

and i slip on it every time

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