There’ll be no more counting the cars on the garden state parkway
Nor waiting for the Fung Wah bus to carry me to who-knows-where
And when I stand tonight, ‘neath the lights of the Fenway
Will I not yell like hell for the glory of the Newark Bears?
Because where I’m going to now, no one can ever hurt me
Where the well of human hatred is shallow and dry
No, I never wanted to change the world, but I’m looking for a new New Jersey
Because tramps like us, baby, we were born to die

I’m doing 70 on 17, 80 over 84
And I never let the Meritt Parkway magnetize me no more
Give me a brutal Somerville summer, give me a cruel New England winter
Give me the great Pine Barrens so I can see them turned into splinters
And if I come in on a donkey, let me go out on a guerny
I want to realize too late I never should have left New Jersey

I sense the enemy, they’re rustling around in the trees
I thought I had gotten away but they followed me to 02143
Woe, oh woe is me, no one knows the trouble I see
When they hang Jeff Davis ‘neath a sourapple tree, I’ll sit beneath the leaves and weep
None of us shall be saved, every man will be a slave
For John Brown’s body lies a’mouldring in the grave and there’s rumbling down in the caves
So if it’s time for choosing sides, and to show this dirty city how we do the Jersey Slide
And if they deserve a better class of criminal, then I’m’a give it to them tonight
So we’ll rally around the flag, rally around the flag
Rally around the flag, boys, rally once again, shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom
Rally around the flag, rally around the flag
Glory, glory, Hallelujah, His truth is marching on