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
