Back in the Back, Back, Back Bay

Driving down the turnpike in my brand new Saab,
Turning off at Copley Square,
Stopping at DeLuca's for some Cornish Squab,
and a case of Perrier.

I'm back, in the Back, Back, Back Bay,
Boston's Champs Elysees.
Back in the Back, Back, Back Bay.

Working out in Weston for an S&L,
Gee, it's fun to play with stock,
Our lies have turned your lives into a living hell,
playing fiscal Beat-the-Clock.

I'm back, in the Back, Back, Back Bay,
Boston's Champs Elysees.
Back in the Back, Back,
Back in the Back, Back,
Back in the Back, Back, Back Bay!

Those Wellesley girls really knock me out,
with their fat behinds.
The way those TEPs play guitar and shout,
they drive me out of my my my my my my my my my my my mind.

Show me round your brownstone condos five floors tall,
Take me back to Daisy B's,
Having kinky sex on private rooftop decks,
Eating smoked Norwegian cheese.

I'm back, in the Back, Back, Back Bay,
Boston's Champs Elysees.
Back in the Back, Back,
Back in the Back, Back,
Back in the Back, Back, Back Bay!