Bomb New Jersey

There's a magical land, I know

A place where I grew up

And I'd make a deal with the devil himself

To see that place blown up

There in that interesting land, I know

Where no one has a brain

They all wear jeans that are acid washed

And yet they think im insane

I would get down on my knees and service the Japanese

Till I reek of old sushi, but, please

Bomb New Jersey

I would happily kowtow to my new leader Chairman Mao

I would even learn Chinese, just, please, Bomb New Jersey

I would go tell Jong Il Kim that they're making fun of him

In a kimchi-hating town that's known as New Jersey Better yet I've got a plan, I will convince Pakistan

That India can be found somewhere in new Jersey

New Jersey is the place where I grew up

They pelted me with rocks and garbage

I guess it's tough to be a fruit in the Garden State

And if you have a sexy girlfriend then they're doubly irate

I would climb a rocky crag and plant a Russian flag

On a smoldering hole once known

As New Jersey

Oh, it would be a tragic loss if both Bon Jovi and The Boss

Are somewhere out of state when the Danes nuke New Jersey

It's a place named after a sweatshirt

So what more can you expect sir?

And if you try to express your individuality

They will throw you to the ground

And they'll kick you in the teeth

Like they did to me

The bombs come down on Morris Town

And Trenton's up in flames

Newark we drowned, then burnt it down

But Elizabeth still smells the same

Many butts will breach on Marmanth beach

We'll erase Orange from site

But before I leave this land I loathe

I bid New Jersey, goodnight