Verse 1In 1773 they threw the tea into the sea,To rebel against the crown and set the colonies free.But fast forward to the World Cup, the summer of twenty-six,The Tartan Army rolled in town with a brand new set of tricks!We looked at all the tea bags, we said, "No thanks, my dear,"And we staged a revolution called The Boston Beer Party here!ChorusOh, pour another pitcher, boys, let’s drink the city dry!The Tartan Army’s in the pub, we’ve got a massive supply!From Faneuil Hall to Foxborough, you can hear the locals cheer,We won the hearts of Boston at the party of the year!No tea, no fuss, just pass the suds, the Scots are in the town,We came to drink your local bars completely upside down!Verse 2The barmen in Massachusetts were shaking in their boots,As fifty thousand Scotsmen arrived in kilted suits!They ran out of Sam Adams by the middle of the day,So we drank the IPA, the stout, and anything in play!The governor called an emergency, the taps were running slow,But the locals loved the banter and they didn't want us to go!ChorusOh, pour another pitcher, boys, let’s drink the city dry!The Tartan Army’s in the pub, we’ve got a massive supply!From Faneuil Hall to Foxborough, you can hear the locals cheer,We won the hearts of Boston at the party of the year!No tea, no fuss, just pass the suds, the Scots are in the town,We came to drink your local bars completely upside down!Bridge(Music slows to a heavy, rhythmic glass-clinking stomp)They thought we’d leave a mess behind after a night of fun,But we cleaned up every bottle caps when the drinking session was done!With a bin bag in the left hand and a cold one in the right,We left the streets of Boston absolutely sparkling bright!The Americans were astonished, they said, "Gee, you guys are great!"And they offered us a reload at the stadium tailgate!Accordion & Tin Whistle Solo(Fast-paced, joyful pub jig that makes you want to spin around with a pint)ChorusOh, pour another pitcher, boys, let’s drink the city dry!The Tartan Army’s in the pub, we’ve got a massive supply!From Faneuil Hall to Foxborough, you can hear the locals cheer,We won the hearts of Boston at the party of the year!No tea, no fuss, just pass the suds, the Scots are in the town,We came to drink your local bars completely upside down!Outro(Guitars fade, leaving just the sound of clinking glasses and cheering)So raise your glasses high, for the white and for the blue,Boston, you’re a topper, and we love you dearly too!God bless the Beer Party...And God bless Super John McGinn!(Massive group shout)CHEERS! 🍻
Kevin Laden 
