Buddies In Boston

All my buddies are in Boston
And the bar is graveyard bare
The old one in the corner
She's giving me the stare
My buddies are in Boston
My buddies are in Boston

A few years back I wouldn't give her a toss
But tits are scarce
I'm not prepared to pay
My buddies are in Boston and the club is graveyard bare
A naggin in my pocket
But the barman doesn't care
He's dreaming of his sweetheart
Who's riding half the town
100 miles from Berlin with a name he can't pronounce

And the old one in the corner
She's pecking at my ear
She's some bird for a worn bird
But at least she's over here
Because everyone's in Boston and the bar is looking bare

There's 50 fucking taxis
All bitter for a fare
Do you remember all the Polish who
The hips would glide and slay
The first few weeks were difficult
There's nothing much to say

But when they learned the language
If you were lucky you might score
A right good ride, your balls inside
Against the bathroom door
The Ireland that I used to love has now become a myth

Reminds me of an empty pub
A bra without a tit
Everyone's in Boston, Brisbane and New York
Melbourne and Chicago looking for some work
There's paddies in the desert, the oceans and the skies
The country's full of old folks waiting just to die

Cause everyone's in Boston, kid
Everyone's in Boston