Dorchester Man!
Dorchester Man!
Does what no other Bostonian can!
Is he strong? Listen Bud,
He's got puddingstone in his blood!
Hey there!
Look out for the Dorchester Man!
Can he afford a loaf of bread?
Take a look overhead:
Wherever there's a tightrope,
He always speaks the right trope,
He always walks a fine line
Always just at the right time,
That makes him the Dorchester Man!
In the gloom of night,
At the scene of a crime,
At the speed of a stop light,
He arrives just in time
(to stop one not to commit one)!
Dorchester Man!
Dorchester Man!
Does what no Allston habitue can!
High degrees, he's ignored
Community is his reward!
He finds his thrills on the sidewalk!
He appreciates some straight talk!
He doesn't have any hang-ups,
He's had his share of bang-ups,
Wherever there's a tight spot,
He knows there's a home in the big Dot,
That's why they call him the Dorchester Man!
Viva Dot.
2 comments:
Strange. If I didn't know better, I would say that tune reminds me of "Particle Man" by "They Might Be Giants." Perhaps make a trio with those words...
Dorchesterites just might be giants. Giant in spirit.
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