THE ROLLING MILLS OF NEW JERSEY
(Roberts and Barrand)
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
Down in Trenton, there is a bar
The bums, they come from near and from far
They come by truck, they come by car
The lousy bums of New Jersey
Chorus
Down in Hoboken, there will be
Garbage as far as the eye can see
There's garbage for you, there's garbage for me
The garbage dumps of New Jersey
Chorus
When at last, I decided to roam,
Far away from my home in Bayonne
I sat down, and wrote this poem
I wrote an ode to New Jersey
Chorus
Copyright John Roberts and Tony Barrand
Sung to the tune of The Rolling Hills of the Border
@parody
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