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