THE ROLLING MILLS OF NEW JERSEY

[greatauntoftriplets]

by John Roberts and Tony Barrand

(Chorus)
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

In Hoboken, there will be trash as far as the eye
can see
Enough for you, enough for me, the garbage cans of New Jersey


Down In Trenton, there is a bar, where the bums come from near and far
They come by truck, they come by car, the lousy bums of New Jersey


When first I started to roam, I travelled far away from Bayonne
Then I sat down and wrote this poem, I wrote an ode to New Jersey.

Apologies to New Jersey DUers! Copycat thread of a couple in the Lounge.

[latebloomer]

1. HEY!! I'm from Joisey!!

And I resemble those remarks!