There’s a Winter’s wind blowing down Lansdowne Street
And I’m looking up at the wrong side of the green
No sign of Red Sox, or the Rem Dawg, man I gotta get outta here

So I slip into Copperfield’s to drink me a beer
The snow and ice are screaming “there’s no baseball here”
No more waiting, til next year, yeah I gotta get out of here

So I’m South Bound yeah I’m South Bound oh yeah I’m South Bound
I need a holiday!

See ya later Boston, goodbye cold and dark
I hopped a Jet Blue flight down to JetBlue Park
Ate a hot dog, in the front row, and got a sun burn in February

I'm rubbing elbows with my favorite guys on the team
Getting autographs from rookies i’ve never seen
Text a photo, of me and Youk, to my buddies in the Back Bay

So I’m South Bound yeah I’m South Bound oh yeah I’m South Bound
I need a holiday!

The crack of the bat, instead of mittens and hats, I can go for that
It’s eighty degrees, I’m watching David Ortiz, hitting shots to the beach
Check out Jon Lester throw, Pedroia puts on a show, sure beats shoveling snow
And i know, yeah i know, we got a long way, but there’s no way we don’t win it all this year!

And I’m sun drunk, man I’d love to stay
But I gotta be in Boston for Opening Day
I came a long way, oh, from Fenway, oh,
Cause I couldn’t wait, now you know,
Where you’re gonna find me every year
I’ll never miss another year