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I used to get sick with solitude I was always better in the multitude But now I like it up here all alone in my ivory tower Hi-ho at the end of my rope I watch it all through a telescope I think I´d have a better chance to see the pope I get so bored with his shtick and his mini-minute dick And all his high and mighty shit, I´m a witch Well, well, well a wish wanna throw it in a ditch I´m concentrating on the big laugh You just acting like that damn old Riff-Raff Shakedown baby I don´t want to have to see What you got hiding in your body cavity I´m so sick of your Jersey rap Your slab rat white as a tic-tac Why don´t you take a dirt nap You make me laugh and I know who I´m laughing at Big Jersey hoo-haa Like your style, like your freedom of speech Like your dirty thoughts, like your Cream of Wheat Tuesday is out Never may be great, level down and read ´em From the Garden State, this is a Jersey plate Saturdayin´ pretty driving in the city Your boom is a distortion Your act is a contortion The perfume and pretension Your hair in invention Ha,Ha,Ha the hive is humming I thought I heard it all But there´s still more coming Put it in, put it in, put it in, why don´t you put it in You said your name was what What kind of a name is that Shooting past me on the turnpike Should have told you to take a hike But there was something I don´t know what That I guess I kind of like, that nasty attitude Mediterranean lastitude I guess you did give me a rush Yeah you gave me a thrill Felt so hot and flushed I even had to take a pill And your pattern yeah your method yeah The way you deliver long and slow The way you get your percussion going Going strong, and it´s my turn to be blowing Yeah singing my song You think you know me Think again Who´s your friend Who put this freak flag in the mail Why you sending me this pig tail You back in Jail I got your post card saying How it is in that pen your in Signed don´t forget me, lot´s of love from adrenaline Give it a rest, give it a rest You got one dimension pure pretension Cross the river start to shiver Over to the big smoke, and it´s no joke I told you one more word from you About Jersey and your dead Let me lick that uh uh Can I kiss that, no Let me kiss that Let me lick that come on Let me lick that Uh huh it might be too sweet It won´t be too sweet

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