With Apologies To Merle

I hear Hocul talking trash ’bout the way

That we live here in New Jersey

Laughing at the way we drive and argue ’bout

The names of things we eat.

She loves our taxpayer money

That built the place her teams find defeat in

And then you call us “West of Manhattan” Ma’am

And still expect we’ll pay congestion fees

Yeah tax us, toll us, charge congestion fees

Never mind the crime and grime, we’re told

The City, that’s the place to be

Well guess what we can leave it

Let this song be a warning

Us folks in “West Manhattan”

We’re gonna start working remotely