Bomb New Jersey

There's a magical land I know 
  A place where I grew up 
  And I'd make a deal with the devil himself 
  To see that place blown up 

  There in that interesting land I know 
  Where no one has a brain 
  They all wear jeans that are acid washed 
  And yet they think I'm insane 

  I would get down on my knees and service the Japanese 
  Till i reek of old sushi, but please 
  Bomb New Jersey 
  I would happily kowtow to my new leader Chairman Mao 
  I would even learn Chinese, just please 
  Bomb New Jersey 

  I would go tell Jong Ill Kim that they're making fun of him 
  In a kimchi-hating town that's known as New Jersey 
  Better yet I've got a plan, I will convince Pakistan 
  That India can be found somewhere in New Jersey 

  New Jersey is the place where i grew up 
  They pelted me with rocks and garbage 
  I guess it's tough to be a fruit in the Garden State 
  And if you have a sexy girlfriend then they're doubly irate 

  I would climb a rocky crag and plant a Russian flag 
  On a smoldering hole once known 
  As New Jersey 
  Oh, it would be a tragic loss if both Bon Jovi and The Boss 
  Are somewhere out of state when the Danes 
  Nuke New Jersey 

  It's a place named after a sweatshirt 
  So what more can you expect sir? 
  And if you try to express your individuality 
  They will throw you to the ground 
  And they'll kick you in the teeth 
  Like they did to me 

  The bombs come down on Morris Town 
  And Trenton's up in flames 
  Newark we drowned, then burnt it down 
  But Elizabeth still smells the same 
  Many butts will breach on Marmanth beach 
  We'll erase Orange from site 

  But before I leave this land I loathe 
  I bid New Jersey Goodnight