New Jersey Girl Lyrics

Well I met her at the Trocadero
In Philly, backstage at the Bloodhound show
She said she was from Cherry Hill
Through lips like cherries in the snow

New Jersey girl, New Jersey girl
Come on and rock my world
New Jersey girl, New Jersey girl
I want to love you
New Jersey girl, New Jersey girl
With your crazy fucked up hair
New Jersey girl, New Jersey girl
You're wicked awesome

She didn't talk to Charlie, our old bass player
And she didn't go off with Steve
Not the cougar, not the cougar
She took me up to the balcony
past Kenneth Keith Kallenbauch
and gave a Yuengling to me

New Jersey girl, New Jersey girl
Come on and rock my world
New Jersey girl, New Jersey girl
I want to love you
New Jersey girl, New Jersey girl
With your crazy fucked up hair
New Jersey girl, New Jersey girl
you're wicked awesome

Her brother calls me blowjob
When I call her on the phone
He says, "Hey fuck-wad, are you whackin' it, are you whackin' it?"
No, but is your sister home?

New Jersey girl, New Jersey girl
Come on and rock my world
New Jersey girl, New Jersey girl
I want to love you
New Jersey girl, New Jersey girl
With your crazy fucked up hair
New Jersey girl, New Jersey girl
You're wicked awesome

La la la la la, New Jersey girl