The Boston T-Party (No Scotland, No Party!

Verse 1Twenty-eight years of waiting, twenty-eight years of tears,We packed our kilts and passports to face our oldest fears.We landed at Logan Airport, a sea of white and blue,And the locals in New England had no clue what to do!They showed us Paul Revere, they spoke of history,But the Tartan Army came to throw a different kind of tea!ChorusOh, the beer is running empty, and the pumps are running dry!We sang “Yes Sir, I Can Boogie” to a baffled FBI!From the Common down to Foxborough, you can hear the pipes command:“No Scotland, no party” in the brave New England land!Oh, Boston, dear Boston, we’ve taken over now,We won your Yankee hearts, and we cleared up after, vow!Verse 2We marched on Boston Common, the Saltires flying high,We put a traffic cone on George Washington, passing by!The barman at Sam Adams was shaking at the knees,Calling up the brewery: "Send emergency deliveries, please!"Eighty-thousand pints of Tennent's evaporated in the dark,Then we brought the party right inside the walls of Fenway Park!ChorusOh, the beer is running empty, and the pumps are running dry!We sang “Yes Sir, I Can Boogie” to a baffled FBI!From the Common down to Foxborough, you can hear the pipes command:“No Scotland, no party” in the brave New England land!Oh, Boston, dear Boston, we’ve taken over now,We won your Yankee hearts, and we cleared up after, vow!Bridge(Tempo drops to a swaying, stadium-wide stomp)Mayor Michelle Wu stepped outside and smiled at City Hall,She put a dark blue jersey on and said she loved us all!Because the media was shocked to see, when the final whistle blew,The Scottish fans stayed on the streets to tidy up the crew!With bin bags in our hands and a swagger in our stride,We left the streets of Boston clean, with dignity and pride!Super John McGinn had put the ball into the net,A trip the Commonwealth of Massachusetts never will forget!Guitar & Bagpipe Solo(High-energy, fast-paced reel mixing traditional Scottish tunes with a Boston punk-rock baseline)ChorusOh, the beer is running empty, and the pumps are running dry!We sang “Yes Sir, I Can Boogie” to a baffled FBI!From the Common down to Foxborough, you can hear the pipes command:“No Scotland, no party” in the brave New England land!Oh, Boston, dear Boston, we’ve taken over now,We won your Yankee hearts, and we cleared up after, vow!Outro(Bagpipes slowly fade out to a simple acoustic strum and handclaps)We came, we drank, we tidied up...Now on to the next round of the Cup!“We’ll be coming! We’ll be coming!”(Massive, final drum crash)NO SCOTLAND, NO PARTY!