In the town where I was born
Lived a man who owned a bar
And he told us of the time
When he pitched for the Sox.
So we drank, and drank some more
As we told lots of jokes
And had pseudo-philosophic debates
In our little Boston pub.
We all drink at the Bull & Finch
The Bull & Finch, the Bull & Finch
We all drink at the Bull & Finch
The Bull & Finch, the Bull & Finch
And our friends are on their stools
Many more of them are in the booths
And the theme begins to play:
Makin’ your way in the world today takes everything you’ve got
Takin’ a break from all your worries sure would help alot
Wouldn’t you like to get away?
Sometimes you wanna go where evrybuddy knows your name
And they’re always glad you came
You wanna be where you can see our troubles are all the same
You wanna be where evrybuddy knows your name
You wanna go where people know, people are all the same
You wanna go where evrybuddy knows your name
As we live a life of booze
Every one of us tells a joke
Lucky we have a private shrink
In our little Boston pub.
We all drink at the Bull & Finch
The Bull & Finch, the Bull & Finch
We all drink at the Bull & Finch
The Bull & Finch, the Bull & Finch
