did i tell you bout the time i dated this guynhe was from the East Village, an angsty leather-clad romeontold me with tears in his eyes bout how his mother’d diednbut two weeks later he said he’d talked to her on the phonenthat’s when i knew he was nutsnnext on my mission i dated a musiciannfrom Greenpoint, Brooklynnhis clothing was all vintage-store hipnhe made me pick up our tab then borrowed money for a cabnthat was 4 weeks ago, i haven’t heard from him sinceni guess i’ve had some bad luck or just bad tastenwell i guess it all depends on how you’re looking at itnsee i been searchin for love in these 5 boroughsnno matter how i try i never seem to find itnfrom city boys my heart got a pummelingni think it’s time i went bridge and tunnelingnnjersey boy be minenwe’ll have an awesome jersey timenyou know a ride on the Pathnaint’ such a pain in the assnas long as you’re at the end of the linenyo Jersey boy lets goni think it’s cute how you wear your pants so lownand though i’m just a little scarednof all the products in your hairni still think your fine, oh Jersey boy be minenncouldn’t ask for nothin morenthen when we’re going down the Shorenfor a day of skiball and a plate of cheeze friesnsee funny cars out at Raceway Parknbut I can’t navigate those jughandlesnso maybe it’d be best if you drivenand there ain’t no other placenwhere you can tastenwhat chicken fingers mozzerella sticksnand fries taste like on the same sandwichnand makin out after darknin the industrial parkni never knew it could be so romanticnbeen up and down from the bronx down to brooklynnwho knew the WaWa’s where i shoulda been lookin?nnjersey boy wassup?nyour so sweet i can’t believe my lucknyour family thinks i’m wierd cuz i don’t really seem to caren‘bout Taylor ham or the Stanley Cupnyo jersey boy, it’s onnyou know the words to every single misfits songnand if we’re playin pinball or hangin at the mallnwe’re having a great time oh jersey boy be minenoh jersey boy i think you and i could go farnbesides your the only the guy i know who’s got a carni used to think that this whole state had a funny smellnbut since i got a whiff of you now i think it’s swellnand if a water main breaks and we can’t take a showernand the traffic on the turnpike is backed up for hoursnthrough all the smokestacks i still can’t hidensince i got you babe, i got jersey pride