Garden State

My native state is not a state of disaster

Set out from home and come back after

Being away for less than a day

And I just can't wait to be back in the garden state

It smells like trash

And tollbooth cash

But I just can't wait to get back and spend

Some quality time

In the traffic lines

That take me up and down the turnpike and home again

The Florida sun, and oily seas

They never did appeal to me

The swamps and the sands

I never could stand, maybe it's just me

My native state is not a state of disaster

Set out from home and come back after

Being away for less than a day

And I just can't wait to be back in the garden state

The boardwalk and beach

Are all within reach

From here it doesn't take much time

To visit the land

Of the spray on tan

And inebriated state of mind

I never enjoyed the ice and the snow

Of the winter in Ontario

Those crazy canucks would tell me America sucks but at least

My native state is not a state of disaster

Set out from home and come back after

Being away for less than a day

And I just can't wait to be back in the garden state

I don't know just why I chose

To leave this place, but now I know

That even if it isn't everybody's cup of tea

It's still my one and only home

From Cape May down to Bayonne

There's nowhere else on planet earth I'd rather be

So if you're around

If you come to town

From Trenton down to Cumberland Bay

The people you meet

and the signs on the street

Will bid a Jersey get out and enjoy your stay in the

In the garden state, in the garden state

My native state is not a state of disaster

In the Garden state, in the garden state