The Pubcrawlers - Boston Subway lyrics

On St. Patrick's day I've gone and lost my way Drunk on a Boston subway With whiskey and wine And friends of old time Lost somewhere on the green line The five of us stumbling Oh how we're wondering Where we put our beer Once you've drunk too much whiskey And your vision's getting misty Trying not to puke on the floor Chours: When the band stops And out come the cops You know it's the end of good times So we say we shall Damn them to hell And stumble on back to the green line There were four of us inside Ready for a good time Sweet Jesus, where's number five? We searched high and low Where in Hell did he go? He's certainly missing the show With a shout and a hoot They gave him the boot And tossed our a**es outside 'Tis a sign of the times Is it really a crime To be drunk as hell on St Paddy's Day? Chorus And my sweetheart did cry As I kissed her good bye And went back out onto the street Some words were exchanged But nothing did change Those ba*tards didn't budge So what could be done? Those cops were no fun So we walked our a**es on home I tell you my friend I'd do it all again If only the cops weren't so lame Chorus