When I die and lay me down Cast my body to the sea But bury my heart on the Jersey Shore And every time you think of me Know my mother was a beauty queen My father tended bar And they made m...

ury my heart on the Jersey Shore ...ury my heart on the Jersey Shore

He owned a hotel on Jersey shore ...was a magnet on the Jersey shore

ty and I fought the Jersey shore

On the Jersey Shore

All the kids on Jersey shore

r, shalamar, swanny shore ...ke your eggs on the jersey side ...ke your eggs on the jersey side

splash sound of the shore upon the roar of a 757 taking the summer route. Upon mom vex cause little kids don't listen. Noise bigger than blockbuster videos playing in the next room at the 4am matinee and the phone...that was just noise. I mean noisier than noise should be. Not ear deafening, mind numbing, mentally crushing, membrane sloshing noise. Keithie and his boys walked and talked shit nights but it was always distinct, not chatter.. 'n' jersey girls didn't giggle at the freaks, 'talianos sucking Corona bottles making crashes fill the street, never plugged the void of my nights because the void was silence. Over in Bushwick, the ice cream man pulled his truck over while, shall we say, he got his popsickle sucked. He pulled over his truck but the song kept on, all day, all night. The song means the ice cream guy's gettin' some - it don't even mean ice cream. 'Cause they hear the song and there's no guy selling ice cream from the truck. 'Sides, who got money to be giving kids every time they hear the song woven between the sounds of car horns and latin rhythms. And the ice cream guy gets death threats. Gotta get me a token, make the rumble of the ‘A' my lullaby. Gotta escape to the womb of my room. I never believed in New York nights. I never slept in Manhattan before. 21 years, 16 by the shore. It may have taken