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
Fun, Songs | Mr. Bingley | 
April 6, 2024 8:21 am | 
Comments (1)
“Oh, HELL, no.”
I was prepared to go it alone, as always.
“I’ll get the dolly. Never you mind.”
), we pop down the street, and hoist the remaining two (what seem like 70 lbs a piece
) sections into the trunk. And, before closing said lid, he throws his arms to the sky and wails.
). 
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