The Pubcrawlers - Boston Subway lyrics

rate me

On St. Patrick's day

I've gone and lost my way

Drunk on a Boston subway

With whiskey and wine

And friends of old time

Lost somewhere on the green line

The five of us stumbling

Oh how we're wondering

Where we put our beer

Once you've drunk too much whiskey

And your vision's getting misty

Trying not to puke on the floor

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When the band stops

And out come the cops

You know its the end of good times

So we say we shall

Damn them to hell

And stumble on back to the green line

There were four of us inside

Ready for a good time

Sweet Jesus, where's number five?

We searched high and low

Where in Hell did he go?

He's certainly missing the show

With a shout and a hoot

They gave him the boot

And tossed our asses outside

'Tis a sign of the times

Is it really a crime

To be drunk as hell on St Paddy's Day?

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And my sweetheart did cry

As I kissed her good bye

And went back out onto the street

Some words were exchanged

But nothing did change

Those bastards didn't budge

So what could be done?

Those cops were no fun

So we walked our asses on home

I tell you my friend

I'd do it all again

If only the cops weren't so lame

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