| Lyrics: | THE ROLLING MILLS OF NEW JERSEY
(Roberts and Barrand)
When I die, bury me
low
Where I can hear the petroleum flow.
A sweeter sound, I never did know
The rolling mills of New Jersey.
Down in Trenton, there is a bar
The bums, they
come from near and from far
They come by truck, they come by car
The lousy bums of New
Jersey
Chorus
Down in Hoboken, there will be
Garbage as far as the
eye can see.
There's garbage for you, there's garbage for me.
The garbage dumps of New
Jersey.
Chorus
When at last, I decided to roam,
Far away from my home in
Bayonne.
I sat down, and wrote this poem.
I wrote an ode to New Jersey.
Chorus
Copyright John Roberts and Tony Barrand
Sung to the tune of The Rolling
Hills of the Border.
@parody
see also ROLLBORD
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