A More Perfect Union

Part I. Roadrunner Revisited
There’ll be no more counting the cars on the Garden State Parkway,
Nor waiting for the Fung Wah bus to carry me to who-knows-where.
And when I stand tonight, ‘neath the lights of the Fenway,
Will I not yell like hell for the glory of the Newark Bears?

Because where I’m going to now, no one can ever hurt me,
Where the well of human hatred is shallow and dry.
No, I never wanted to change the world, but I’m looking for a new New Jersey,
Because tramps like us, baby, we were born to die.

I’m doing 70 on 17, I’m doing 80 over 84,
And I never let the Merritt 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.
And if I come in on a donkey, let me go out on a gurney.
I want to realize too late I never should have left New Jersey.

Part II. Fear and Loathing in Somerville, MA
I sense the enemy, they’re rustling around in the trees,
I thought I had gotten away but they followed be to 02143.
Woe, oh woe is me, no one knows the trouble I see,
When they hang Jeff Davis from a sourapple tree,
I’ll sit beneath the leaves and weep.

None of us shall be saved, every man will be a slave,
For John Brown’s body lies a’mouldring in the grave and there’s rumbling down in the caves.
So if it’s time for choosing sides, and to show this dirty city how we do the Jersey Slide
And if it deserve a better 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,
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!
Rally around the flag, rally around the flag,
Glory, glory, Hallelujah, His truth is marching on.