the ice of boston þarký sözü

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¡ªhow´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 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 myself: ¡°oh, gladys, girl, i love you but, oh¡ªget 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