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 i'm insane I would get down on my knees And service the Japanese Until i reek of old Sushi But please.... Bomb New Jersey! I would happily bow down To my new leader chairman Mao I would even learn chinese But please.... Bomb New Jersey! Bomb New Jersey! Bomb New Jersey! I would go tell Jon Il Kim That they're making fun of him In a Kitchee hatin' town that's known As New Jersey! Better yet i got a plan I will convince Pakistan That India can be found somewhere In New Jersey New Jersey is a place where i grew up They pelted me with rocks and garbage I guess it's tough to be the fruit in a garden state And if you have a sexy girlfriend then they're doubally irate I would clime a rocky crag To plant a Russian flag On a smoldering hole once known As New Jersey It would be a tragic loss If Bon Jovi and the Boss Are somewhere in the 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 Moris Town And Tranton's up in flames Newark we drowned, then burnt it down But Elizabith still smells the same Many Butts will breach on Marmath beach We'll erase Orange from sight But before i leave this land i loathe I bid New Jersey Goodnight!