lost in boston drinkin rum and chocolate a hundred thousand blinking lights are making me exhausted it was fleet week last week and all the sailors couldn t 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 pissing rain the leaves are all scattered on the lawn we re cramming our stuff in the back of the car and heading on uptown and nothing s going on this night has lived too long nothing s 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 i ll be right down yeah i m coming out lost in boston drinking rum and chocolate a hundred thousand blinking lights are making me exhausted