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Dismember - The Ice Of Boston lyrics
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?" Dismember - The Ice Of Boston - http://motolyrics.com/dismember/the-ice-of-boston-lyrics.html
 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









