Lost in Boston
 [bad word] and chocolate
hundred thousand blinking lights
Are making me exhausted

It was Fleet Week last week
And all the sailors couldnt sleep
Mini skirts and high heeled shoes
Raining mud on shiny suits

Tell everyone the officers are gone
This night has lived too long

It's [bad word] rain, the leaves are
All scattered on the lawn
Were cramming our stuff in the back
Of the car and heading on uptown

And nothings going on
This night has lived too long
Nothings going on
There's nothing more to it

Now, you can hear us shout
For miles around
Somewhere uptown

I hear you calling from our street
The traffic lights turn red to green
Ill be right down
Yeah, [bad word] out

Lost in Boston
 [bad word] and chocolate
hundred thousand blinking lights
Are making me exhausted