It's gotta be The Ice Of Boston by the Dismemberment Plan;

'Yeah, and I take that bottle of champagne
Go into the kitchen, stand in front of the kitchen window
And I take all my clothes off, take that bottle of champagne
And I pour it on my head, feel it cascade through my hair
And across my chest, and the phone rings.
And it’s my mother.
And she says “HI HONEY HOW’S BOSTON?”
And I stand there, all alone on New Year’s Eve
Buck naked, drenched in champagne, looking at a bunch of strangers
Uh, looking at them, looking at me, looking at them, and I say:
“Oh, I’m fine Mom—how’s Washington?” '

You've got to hear the bit where the mum says "Hi honey, how's Boston" to truly appreciate its brilliance! I heard my first Dismemberment Plan song just a few days ago but fucking hell they're really good aren't they!