(617) - Trocadero

213 girls talk too much

And 212 boys not enough

312s are very bold

And 206 gets way too cold

Doing shots I’m all alone

I slur my words after the tone

And I drink and I call

And I drink and I call

And I drink and I call

And I drink and I call

And I drink and I call

And I drink and I call

I can’t stand to be alone

I can’t stand to be alone

I can’t stand to be alone

Save me on the telephone

Now 419s they hate the phone

Man 208s are never home

And all my lovers they have voice mail

They call me back

They give me hell

And I drink and I call

And I drink and I call

And I drink and I call

And I drink and I call

And I drink and I call

And I drink and I call

I can’t stand to be alone

I can’t stand to be alone

I can’t stand to be alone

Save me on the telephone

I’ve dialed the numbers

Dialed them all

But nothing beats

A local call

617 boys, hmm, 617 girls, hmm

617 boys, hmm, 617 girls, hmm