Well, I'm gettin' on a bus, headin' back to New York.
Two-twenty-two miles to go.
Gotta leave these Red Sox fans, that bunch of dorks.
Two-twenty-one miles to go.

Well, we pass Fenway Park as we're on the Mass Pike.
There's two-twenty miles to go.
And a middle finger comes to the window from Mike.
There's two-nineteen miles to go.

Well, we're down I-84 to Connecticut.
One fifty-five miles to go.
And this Greyhound seat is tight, it's squeezing my butt.
There's one-fifty miles to go.

Well, the chick sittin' next to me, she looks real good.
One twenty-five miles to go.
But the guy across the aisle, well, he... ruined the mood...
A hundred twenty miles to go.

Well, we got through New Haven, past the school called Yale.
There's eighty more miles to go.
I once tried to get in, but my application failed.
Seventy-five miles to go.

Well, we're now in The Bronx, crossed the City Line
with 16 more miles to go.
The guy in front, his Walkman's loud, it works just fine
with more 15 miles to go.

We crossed the Harlem River into Manhattan.
Just 5 more miles to go.
But the traffic we got means that we're not done.
There's 88 blocks to go.

Well, I've read the Boston Globe and the New York Daily News.
There's 30 more blocks to go.
Oh, drop me off at Lincoln Center, cut me loose!
There's 25 blocks to go.

I can see all the lights flashing from Times Square.
There's 5 more blocks to go.
But with all these red lights, we're never gonna get there!
There's 4 more blocks to go.

Well, we're in Port Authority, we're at the gate.
Just 10 more steps to go.
At last... and here I come!