Boott Mill Flavor

I come from the great city of Lowell,
I got the Boott Mill Flavor kickin’ in my soul.
From Arthur’s Paradise Diner,
There ain’t no breakfast sandwich finer!

Well I wake up in the morning with the sunny shine,
I got a Boott Mill Sandwich weighing heavy on my mind.
That’s when I head out the door,
Cross the street, and I’m home.

I remember the days when I was a younger man,
Skippin’ school was the only plan.
That’s why I never understood,
And I never-ever done what I should.

Everybody call it “Arthur’s By The Sea,”
I guess it’s ‘cause of all them ole canals round here.
Well call it what you will,
It’s the home of the one and the only Boott Mill!

Well Dottie say, “I take your order now, please,”
I say, “Gimmie a sausage Boott and make it extra cheese.”
‘Cause I like it like that, and when you’re young,
You swear you never gonna get fat.

Well the first time I saw a Boott was awfully suspicious,
But Arthur hooked it up and it was mighty delicious.
I remember the days,
When triple-meat Bootts were the craze.

Grab a bacon Boott to go and then you head on out the door,
You come back tomorrow for just one more.
I eat ‘em two at a time,
Lord knows, it’s a victimless crime.

Now the people they come from all around,
For the sandwich that put this map on the town.
Now before you hit the road,
I suggest that you head on down…
Before you hit the road I suggest you head on down…
And get yourself some Boott Mill Flavor,
Before you head out of town!