Stop spreading the news
No one cares today
No one wants to be a part of it
Shitty Boston, shitty Boston
These wannabe shoes
Are walking away
Right through a pile of Red Sox dog crap
Shitty Boston, shitty Boston
They wanna wake up, in NY City
Instead of being their little bitch
Only to find out they're king of the duck boats
Top of the steaming heap
Hey number two...
This amateur town blues
Are smelling away
They'll never be as good as
Old New York
If I can make it there
I know I'm going nowhere
It's up to you
Shitty Boston, shitty Boston...