Bored, walking on the boardwalk

New Jersey Shore

If I come to New York

Can I sleep on your floor?

Been living out of a suit case

On the motel floor

And running up the tabs

At the corner store

At the corner store



So barely walking on the boardwalk

Anymore

When summer gets along

Your hair gets to long

Picking up the habit

Too long before four

When July is gone

I’ll be 24

And not anymore

And not anymore



The Jersey Shore!

The Jersey Shore!

The Jersey Shore!



And then

Not anymore