There's a magical land I know,
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A place where I grew up.
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And I'd make a deal with the devil himself,
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to see that place blown up.
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There in that interesting land I know
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where no one has a brain,
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they all wear jeans that are acid-washed
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yet they think I'm insane
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I would get down on my knees
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and service the Japanese
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'til I reek of old sushi but please
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bomb New Jersey!
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I would happily kowtow
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to my new leader, Chairman Mao.
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I would even learn Chinese
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Just please, bomb New Jersey!
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Oo-ooh New Jersey!
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oo-ooh New Jersey!
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I would go tell Jong Il Kim
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that they're making fun of him
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in a Kimchi-hating town that's known
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as New Jersey
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Better yet I've got a plan
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I will convince Pakistan
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that India can be found somewhere
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in New Jersey
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New Jersey is a place where I grew up
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They pelted me with rocks and garbage
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I guess its tough to be a fruit in the Garden State
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And if you have a sexy girlfriend
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then they're doubly irate!
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Oh I would climb a rocky crag
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and plant a Russian flag
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on a smoldering hole once known
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as New Jersey
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Oh it would be a tragic loss
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If both Bon Jovi and the Boss
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are somewhere out of state
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when the danes nuke New Jersey
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It's a place named after a sweatshirt,
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So what more can you expect, sir?
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And if you try to express you're individuality
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they will throw you to the ground
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And they'll kick you in the teeth
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Like they did to me
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The bombs go down on Morristown
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and Trenton's up in flames
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Newark we drowned then burned it down
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But Elizabeth still smells the same
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Many butts will breach on Monmouth Beach
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We'll erase Orange from site
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But before I leave this land I loathe,
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I bid New Jersey "Good-night!"
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Bomb New Jersey
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| Voltaire |
