Song Lyric Sunday — “Dirty Water”

Ah, Song Lyric Sunday, it’s been a while, but I couldn’t let this prompt from Jim Adams pass me by. First thing to tell you: I’m not from Boston. Love the city, but never lived there. Driving in Boston once or twice cemented my firm belief that Boston drivers are either the worst in the country or the best. Either way, you take your life in your hands. Above all, I am a lifelong Yankees fan. So I really have no reason why I love this 1966 song by The Standells that became the Red Sox victory anthem.

Dirty Water

I’m gonna tell you a story
I’m gonna tell you about my town
I’m gonna tell you a big fat story, baby
Aw, it’s all about my town

Yeah, down by the river
Down by the banks of the river Charles
(Aw, that’s what’s happenin’ baby)
That’s where you’ll find me
Along with lovers, muggers, and thieves
(Aw, but they’re cool people)

Well I love that dirty water
Oh, Boston, you’re my home
(Oh, you’re the number one place)

Frustrated women (I mean they’re frustrated)
Have to be in by twelve o’clock (oh, that’s a shame)
But I’m wishin’ and a-hopin’, oh
That just once those doors weren’t locked
(I like to save time for my baby to walk around)

Well I love that dirty water
Oh, Boston, you’re my home (oh, yeah)

Because I love that dirty water
Oh, Boston, you’re my home (oh, yeah)

Well, I love that dirty water (I love it, baby)
I love that dirty water (I love Boston)
I love that dirty water (Have you heard about the strangler?)
I love that dirty water (I’m the man, I’m the man)
I love that dirty water (Ow)
I love that dirty water (Come on, come on)

Writer/s: E. COBB
Publisher: Peermusic Publishing, MUSIC SALES CORPORATION
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