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 bottom 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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