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    Yo, here's a big story 'bout Boston and cold tea
    It was me Dougie P and Jeff we call him Kenney
    Left from the Port on the Peter Pan Trailways
    Chillin' with Doug's parents for a coupla days

    Pat and Dave yeah that was Dougie's folks
    Doug asked for the wagon but his dad said nope
    We wanted to jet but Dave sparked the barbeque
    So we ate up the chicken and then we cut loose

    Pat drove the wagon yeah into town
    She was off to catch the Boston Pops symphony sound
    We thanked her for the ride and she gave Doug some money
    She said don't forget the subway closes at 12:30

    Headed to the bar but I had no I.D.
    I had to flirt with the bouncer just to gain entry
    Had a few here and we had a few there
    Bustin' all that shit in Harvard Square

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    Cold Tea-I need it
    Shit Goddamn

    12 rolled around and we was feelin' loose
    Then the bartender says he's stoppin' sellin' the juice
    All the bars here close at 1 am so it's time to head out back to the
    suburbs again
    But Kenny wouldn't have it he was rarin' to go
    So for the after-hours we decided to scope
    Asked all the locals where's the place to be
    They said ya gotta go to Chinatown and ask for cold tea

    We were real psyched so we hopped the taxi
    Spotted our place it was called the Dynasty
    Smiled at the waiter, ordered cocktails for 3
    He said we got the pork fried rice but we don't have no cold tea
    We was real bummin' but we needed a snack
    So we ordered on up the fancy Pu-Pu Plat
    Ate all the grease from that crazy platter
    We had no cold tea we was just gettin' fatter!

    Cold-T-Give it to me!
    Shit Goddamn

    We had no more money yeah and nowhere to go
    It was just us on the street with some bums, some hoes
    Then these Boston hicks stumbled onto the street
    They was lookin' to do something that was 'neat'
    They said we don't know what to do, do you
    I said we're not from here, what the fuck is new
    What is up with this Boston town
    There ain't nothin' to do but but sit your butt on the ground
    My butt was real tired I was on the concrete so I said yo let's go to
    Park Street

    We got in the hicks' car they was drivin' real fast
    They was all juiced up, foot was glued to the gas
    I thought we were gonna die for sure
    So I motioned to my crew, I unlocked the door
    He said don't worry honey I'm an Amtrack Conducter
    And do you have a friend as cute as you, I'd like to fuck her
    I said to them yo ya'alls all dorks
    Get me on that Peter Pan back to New York!!!

    Cold-T-I need it!
    Shit Goddamn

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    Composición: Concetta Kirschner, Gilson Lavis y Doug Pressman

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