Lost in Boston
Drinking rum and chocolate
A hundred thousand blinking lights
Are making me exhaustedIt was Fleet Week last week
And all the sailors couldnt sleep
Mini skirts and high heeled shoes
Raining mud on shiny suitsTell everyone the officers are gone
This night has lived too longIt's pissing rain, the leaves are
All scattered on the lawn
Were cramming our stuff in the back
Of the car and heading on uptownAnd nothings going on
This night has lived too long
Nothings going on
There's nothing more to itNow, you can hear us shout
For miles around
Somewhere uptownI hear you calling from our street
The traffic lights turn red to green
Ill be right down
Yeah, Im coming outLost in Boston
Drinking rum and chocolate
A hundred thousand blinking lights
Are making me exhausted