Boston calling to all of its friends
Calling up all the minutemen
Oh, we were such a rowdy lot
Who was the first to shoot the first shot
Well my lord, it’s all gone down to hell
I swore I heard my funeral bell
When push comes to shove, rally all around
Sooner or later, we’re taking the town

Oh my lord, it must have been a thrill
Seeing those masses run down Bunker Hill
And I swear I heard the general cry
Only to shoot when we see the whites of their eyes
Call the troops, bring the cannons out
And all the soldiers gave a battle shout

When the enemy retreats and the blockade stops
Cheer, cheer my friends with barley and hops
Because morrow comes a brand new dawn
And our grievance soon will be gone
Comes the crash, statues are falling
All the people cheer Boston is calling

Boston calling to all of its friends
Calling up all the minutemen
Oh, we were such a rowdy lot
Who was the first to shoot the first shot
Well my lord, it’s all gone down to hell
I swore I heard my funeral bell
When push comes to shove, rally all around
Sooner or later, we’re taking the town

But that, my lord, was yesteryear
Living so long without a fear
Has made us soft, made us forgotten
Thoughts of pride dying and rotten
I saw the city’s fall from grace
Like an Icarus at supersonic pace

Now it’s time to get our kicks
Another Seventeen Seventy-Six
Rally my friends around the common grounds
Sooner or latter we’re taking this town
Comes the crash, the statues are falling
All the people cheer Boston is calling

Boston calling to all of its friends
Calling up all the minutemen
Oh, we were such a rowdy lot
Who was the first to shoot the first shot
Well my lord, it’s all gone down to hell
I swore I heard my funeral bell
When push comes to shove, rally all around
Sooner or later, we’re taking the town