Beantown, here I come!
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go, I'm standing here outside the door, I hate to wake you up to say goodbye. But the dawn is breaking it's surely morn, The taxi is waiting, he's blown his horn Already I'm so lonesome I could die. So kiss me and smile for me, Tell me that you'll wait for me, Hold me like you'll never let me go. 'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane, Don't know when I'll be back again, Oh babe, I hate to go.