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 boom is a distortion   Your act is a contortion   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