Lyrics

Tropical nights Orchids in bloom Sultry perfume Intrigues and dangers With passionate strangers I've seen it all as I recall I met him in Boston In the native quarter He was from Harvard Just across the border It was a magical night With romance everywhere There was something in the air There always is in Boston We went to the Casbah That's an Irish bar there The underground hideout Of the D.A.R. there Something inside of me said Watch your heart, mademoiselle And it might be just as well To watch your purse in Boston We danced in a trance And I dreamed of romance 'Til the strings of my heart Seemed to be knotted And even the palms Seemed to be potted The Boston Beguine was casting its spell And I was drunk with love and cheap Muscatel We went to the Common That's a pretty park there As I remember It was pretty dark there In this exotic locale By a silver lagoon Underneath a voodoo moon We fell asleep in Boston That was the story Of my first romance there Our dreams of adventure Didn't stand a chance there How could we hope to enjoy All the pleasures ahead When the books we should have read Were all suppressed in Boston Exotic Boston Land of the free Home of the Braves Home of the Red Sox Home of the bean And home of the Boston Beguine