Allow me to tell a story about our little townnThe big movies film here now and the stars all hang aroundnSome celebs are from here but we still hope they knownThat we’re the ones that made you, we’ll decide when you can gonnWe can’t stand your success, we aren't afraid to let it shownJust ask Lenny Clarke, he’ll be sure to tell you sonWe’re arguing for sport here, and itching for a fightnWe’re obsessed with your presencenYet repulsed by your sightnnGod loves the city's chosen few congrats to one and allnYou’ve battled to the top my friends, now we’re ready for your fallnYou’ve reached new heights and seen the sightsnSmell the roses while you cannFor another star is falling in Boston tonightnnWe’re creatures of habit, nothing ever changes heren2 AM, last call, so you better buy more beernWhen our teams win it all, all we get’s a rolling rallynAnd every goddamn function’s MC’d by Mike O'MalleynnIt's 2008 and new kids are still the ragenWell at least we know when they play Peter Wolf won’t come on stagenThe church is in a bind, there’s trouble in the hallsnBut it’s that senator from Arlington that tried to grab my ballsnnGod loves the city's chosen few congrats to one and allnYou’ve battled to the top my friends, now we’re ready for your fallnYou’ve reached new heights and seen the sightsnSmell the roses while you cannFor another star is falling in Boston tonightnnIf your name ain't Russell, Williams, Brady, Ortiz, Yaz, Orr, ByrdnThis place can be a little tough, some might say absurdnDale and Holly build you up while the big show tears you downnJust like Edgar Renteria, we’ll ship you out of townnnBut it’s the GM’s and the owners who will take it on the chinnCause we don’t want excuses, we just wanna winnYa see when losing your everyone’s enemynI wish Henry, Kraft and Wyc would kick the shit out of JeremynnGod loves the city's chosen few congrats to one and allnYou’ve battled to the top my friends, now we’re ready for your fallnYou’ve reached new heights and seen the sightsnSmell the roses while you cannFor another star is falling in Boston tonightnnDon't go away, Hazel Mae, don't go awaynWhere did you go, Hazel Mae, where did you gonPlease don't go, we love you sonDon't go away my Hazel MaennDon't go away, Hazel Mae, don't go awaynWhere did you go, Hazel Mae, where did you gonPlease don't go, we love you sonDon't go away my Hazel MaennHow about those Automatics, Ernie’s got a lot of fansnThey don’t sleep in cheap hotels or ride in crappy vansnThey’re headed for the top, though they may not be there yetnThey’re still the only bar band that’s touring in a jetnnAnd don’t forget our actors, Chapman, Scannell, Lynch and GoodmannThe directors always seem to make our hometown guys the hoodlumnBut i’ll tell ya finding talent in this town it ain’t easynEven Marty had to use a lousy local band from QuincynnGod loves the city's chosen few congrats to one and allnyou’ve battled to the top my friends, now we’re ready for your fallnyou’ve reached new heights and seen the sightsnsmell the roses while you cannfor another star is falling in Boston tonight