There'll be no more countin' the cars on the garden state parkway
Nor waitin' for the Fung Wah bus to carry me to who-knows-where
And when I stand tonight beneath the lights of the Fenway
Will I not yell like hell for the glory of the Newark Bears?

Cuz where I'm goin' to now, no one can eva hurt me
Where the well of human hatred is shallow & dry
No, I neva wanted to change the world, but I'm lookin' for a new New Jersey
Cuz tramps like us, baby, we were born to die

I'm doin' seventy on seventeen, I'm doin' eighty ova eighty four
And I neva 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
Cuz if I come in on a donkey
Let me go out on a gurney
I want to realize too late I neva should have left New Jersey

I sense the enemy
They're rustlin' around in the trees
Oh, 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 from a sour apple tree
I'll sit beneath the leaves & weep
None of us shall be saved
Every man will be a slave
For John Brown's body lies a-mouldrin' in the grave
And there's rumblings down in the cave
So if it's time for choosin' sides
And to show this dirty city how we do the Jersey Slide
And if it deserves a betta 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, shoutin' the Battle Cry of Freedom
Rally around the flag, rally around the flag
Glory, glory, hallelujah, His truth is marchin' on