Methamphetamines, pink flamingo
Blue 50's queen, blue oyster cove
For then, a dream, why don't we go
To Coney Island?
When the hour numb the guy lies on
The record spins, blue 50's song
The veranda look so shimmer
Neon palm sway
What's happening? Where did we go?
The Jersey Shore was long ago
As with our hopes and ocean grow
And so I bid you farewell