Old New Jersey

[good4somethingbum]

Old New JerseyWell, I can’t believe how clean these old beaches lookNo smuggler’s yachts, on midnight docks...no backrooms makin’ bookWanted to buy a dimebag in Asbury parkBut I knew the jerk, in the Springsteen shirt was nuthin’ but a narcAnd I’d said goodbye to bein’ a hustler and thiefWhen 12 of my peers, gave me seven years on a gambling beefBut back in my time, rackets and crimeCaused lotsa controversyBack when rock n roll was something to believe in When the E Street band still had Little StevenGod, I miss old New JerseyThought I’d see if Kim, still danced the Tassle Free ClubHeard she moved in with, some mean locksmith when they closed that place upFound work slingin’ hash down by the freighter docksAnd I did my best, serving SOS to double-chin harbor copsOne day a lady and her boy came in for ham n eggsBruised around the eyes, but I recognized her lovely legsFrom back in my day, when crime useta payAnd caused some controversyNow it’s chubby lawyers who look like Roger EbertBlastin’ Bon Jovi from mid-life crisis T-BirdsGod, I miss old New JerseyWell, I got six months for bustin’ that locksmith’s jawKim stood by my side, cos sometimes what’s right is against the lawWe got hitched cos her kid looks like me anywaysNow lotsa nights, we kill the lights and Kim gives me a tasteOf old New Jersey, old New Jersey…©2007 Robert George