Buddies in Boston Rubberbandits

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 begging in my ear
She's some bird for a warm bird
But at least she's over here
Cause everyone's in Boston and the bar is looking bare

There's fifty 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