the auburndale cannolihead song

so, before i type up the lyrics to this song, i need to first explain the background. back in the day, in the 90s, i would be at south station in boston. sometimes i would stop in the large area where people waited for the commuter rail and sit while waiting for a bus, train, whatever. there was a particular line- the south station to worcester/framingham line. that line had a particular stop that the announcer saw some need to pronounce in a wicked funny way. the stop: auburndale. but no, the announcer didn't just say 'auburndale', no. he said, 'aaaawwww-bundale!' yeah, it was a pretty amusing way to pass the time when analog cell phones ruled and people didn't have internet on their phone yet. when people read newspapers. or made a huge deal out of the little coffee shop that boasted the new 'in' coffee drinks. when women wore chunky heels instead of 4 inch stilettos. when monica lewinsky and windows 95 was all the rage. we had a source of amusement: 'aaaawwww-bundale!'

so after my move down here, once i was able to get internet access, i found out that mike's pastry in the north end fed exed cannolis. down here it's just not the same. maybe somewhere in boston fed exes pizza. i hope so. pizza sucks here. i attempted to try to explain to my new southern friends just what a cannoli was and how good there were from back home. out of excitement and with it being xmas time, we decided to order some. and they were a hit! so good! so then i was asked to share some other things about boston. like the t, the commuter rail, how much it sucks to drive up there, etc. then we somehow got to talking about my amusement with 'aaaawwww-bundale!' this caused my southern friends to giggle with glee. one of them went to his keyboard and began singing, 'aaaaawwww-bundale!!! auburndale cannoliheads! auburndale cannoliheads!' while taping the keys in a very devo-like style. yeah, weird. and then this song came to be. if you're wondering, the tune is to dean martin's 'that's amore'.

here goes:
when the cream hits your eye from a cannoli pie- that's auburndale!
in between west newton and wellesley farms tstops- that's auburndale

people give the mid-dle finger like a hello and you'll sing- fu-uck you
it is mas-sa-chu-setts and you cant find a place to pahk your cah

when the the lobsters from maine and you think it's so plain- that's auburndale
when you walk down the street and it's 18 degrees- it just sucks
when you fall and break your leg, percocet, please senor-ay
xcuse-a me but you see back in old auburndale that is life