The Ice of Boston

The Ice of Boston Lyrics

Song	The Ice of Boston
Artist	The Dismemberment Plan
Album	The Ice of Boston
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	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 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—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

	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 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 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

	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 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 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

The Ice of Boston Lyrics

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