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.
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 and then not anymore.
New Jersey shore,
New Jersey shore,
then not anymore.
