There's a place between heaven and hell
Don't need a map, just follow the smell
A place filled with filthy air
A place full of dark despair
A place you have no prayer
A place called New Jersey
New Jersey
Jersey, the Garden State
There's an exit called the thirteen gee
Right off the turnpike where it smells just like pee
An exit no one dares get off
An exit where the children cough
An exit called Tromaville
Tromaville
If the pollution doesn't get you, the aroma will
Who will save New Jersey?
We're dying for some air
There's no hope in New Jersey, Lord
Does anybody care?
Lord, does anybody care'
There's no hope in New Jersey
We're hanging by a thread
We're choking in New Jersey
We might as well be dead
Lord, we need a favor
We need a savvy savior
But who
I will save New Jersey
I'm Melvin Ferd the Third
I'm here for you, New Jersey
On that you have my word
There must be a solution
To end this damn pollution
It's time to start a global revolution
It's waste, toxic waste!
The worst problem we ever faced
It's sick, God, its sick
Look what it did to my measuring stick!
Now, listen up Manhattan
We know, you're stinking rich
Your bed sheets may be satin
But Jersey's not your bitch
Jersey's not your bitch!
God, I love New Jersey
It's such a state of mind
Why do I love Jersey'
Probably cause I'm blind
I swear I'll save New Jersey
But how, I do not know
We need new air in Jersey
And cleaner H2O
In Tromaville
Tromaville
If the pollution doesn't get you, the aroma will
Help us win, New Jersey
Save us from this goo
Crap, I just got scurvy
Good God, what can we do?
Damn it, we're New Jersey
We're drowning in the mud
Say your prayer for Jersey
Or else we're good and fucked
Good God, we're good and fucked
New Jersey
New Jersey
Jersey
The garden state

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