I used to get sick with solitude      I was always better in the multitude      But now I like it up here all alone in my ivory tower      Hi-ho at the end of my rope      I watch it all through a telescope      I think I'd have a better chance to see the pope         I get so bored with his shtick and his mini-minute dick   And all his high and mighty shit, I'm a witch   Well, well, well a wish wanna throw it in a ditch         I'm concentrating on the big laugh      You just acting like that damn old Riff-Raff      Shakedown baby      I don't want to have to see      What you got hiding in your body cavity      I'm so sick of your Jersey rap      Your slab rat white as a tic-tac      Why don't you take a dirt nap      You make me laugh and I know who I'm laughing at      Big Jersey hoo-haa      Like your style, like your freedom of speech      Like your dirty thoughts, like your Cream of Wheat         Tuesday is out      Never may be great, level down and read 'em   From the Garden State, this is a Jersey plate      Saturdayin' pretty driving in the city         Your act is a contortion   Your boom is a distortion      The perfume and pretension      Your hair in invention      Ha,Ha,Ha the hive is humming      I thought I heard it all      But there's still more coming         Put it in, put it in, put it in, why don't you put it in   You said your name was what         What kind of a name is that   Shooting past me on the turnpike      Should have told you to take a hike      But there was something      I don't know what      That I guess I kind of like, that nasty attitude      Mediterranean lastitude      I guess you did give me a rush      Yeah you gave me a thrill         Felt so hot and flushed   I even had to take a pill   And your pattern yeah your method yeah         The way you deliver long and slow      The way you get your percussion going      Going strong, and it's my turn to be blowing      Yeah singing my song      You think you know me   Think again         Who's your friend   Who put this freak flag in the mail         Why you sending me this pig tail      You back in Jail      I got your post card saying      How it is in that pen your in      Signed don't forget me, lot's of love from adrenaline      Give it a rest, give it a rest      You got one dimension pure pretension   Cross the river start to shiver         Over to the big smoke, and it's no joke      I told you one more word from you   About Jersey and your dead         Let me lick that uh uh      Can I kiss that, no      Let me kiss that      Let me lick that come on      Let me lick that      Uh huh it might be too sweet      It won't be too sweet