Bahston Tuff Lyrics

I'm from the land of Dunkin', where the coffee's always hot,

We pahk the cah in Hahvahd Yahd, or at least we say a lot.

Traffic on the Pike, oh man, it's always such a blast,

Bettah not wear Yankee gear, or We'll kick your fuckin ass.

We got our Patriots, with Supah Bowl rings to spare,

And our Bruins on the ice, showin' that they care.

Fall is for the foliage, so colorful and bright,

But watch out for the leaf peepers, they'll give you quite a fright.

We're New England tough, we can handle all the stuff,

From the blizzahs in Decembah to the summahs hot enough.

With our clam chowdah, Red Sox, and lobstahs in the pot,

We're livin' wicked awesome, in the place that time forgot.

Oh, the accents can be brutal, with our ahs gone on strike,

We root for "Bahstin" every day and pahty every night.

We know the weathah's crazy, it changes on a dime,

But we're Boston born and Boston bred, and we're doin' just fine.

When ya drivin' round the city, and the traffic's wicked tight,

Don't be surprised if someone gives the fingah in plain sight.

It's just a Boston greetin', sayin' "How ya doin', pal?"

We dish it out, we take it, it's the Boston way of style.

We're New England tough, we can handle all the stuff,

From the blizzahs in Decembah to the summahs hot enough.

With our clam chowdah, Red Sox, and lobstahs in the pot,

We're livin' wicked awesome, in the place that time forgot.

So here's to all the beantown folks, and all the New England pride,

We may complain about the cold, but we weah it all with pride.

From Fenway Pahk to the Common, it's the place we call our home,

We're Boston strong and Boston proud, no mattah where we roam.