(Chorus)
When you’re from Boston, u join an Irish gang
You’re surely Roman Catholic, u eat chowder every day
You park your car at Harvard Yard, u’ll be buried at Fenway
Is this the life u expect to hear me say?

(Verse)
When you’re from Boston, my father works down at the docks
All my brothers are Charlestown cops
Mother works up at the factory, the Garden is my second home
The Cape is the only beach I know and we all hate Neil
But we love Sweet Caroline, movies and T.V. will show you
Everythin' u think u know about the place that’s deep inside of me

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
When you’re from Boston I must admit we sound a bit
Like a cartoon version of ourselves to you
And I must admit we seem a bit like the weather owns our cold hard attitude
And I must admit this part is true, we are strong and we are proud
We are honest we are loud & we’ll still say Cheers to you
When nobody knows ur name

(Chorus)