作曲 : Dismemberment Plan
Pop open a bottle of bubbly yeah

Here's to goddamn new year

And outside  2 million drunk Bostonians
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   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

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 myselfOh  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

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Yeah