Jersey Shore

Bored walking on the boardwalk

New Jersey shore

If I come to New York

Can I sleep on your floor?

I've been living out of a suitcase

On the motel floor

And running up tabs

At the corner store

At the corner store

So I'm barely walking on the boardwalk

Anymore

When summer gets along

Your hair gets too long

I'm picking up the habit

Of drinking long before four

When July is gone

I'll be twenty-four

Then not anymore

And not anymore

New Jersey shore

New Jersey shore

Jersey shore

And then not anymore