Ramblin' out here in New Jersey
Leavin' the kids who are nice and glee.
Thought I'd seen some ups and down,
"Til I sing with the 4 Horsemen .
People goin' down to the ground,
Buildings goin' up to the sky.

Springtime in 2005,
A nice girl from Watchung Hills.
Went to see a band in MSG,
Without me and the others.
We started playing like them.
She gave me the voice of the drummer;
I sang like him since.

Later in life my childhood friend,
Can't love women, but is in the band,
He likes when I date girls with loving care,
He then says "He likes cross dressing";
Homosexuals.

When The Eagles hit was playing
I was singing like Don Henley.
I can't play drums,
But I tickle ivories,
And play unplugged guitars;
With the band I was in.

Well, I got a piano job, begun to play.
Ticklin' the ivories for a dollar a day
With the guitar and the team,
With a voice like Don Henley,
And Bryan Adams' too.

Well in June of this year,
I was at a Somerset Patriots Game,
Where a muffin company showed up,
I sang for them with the voice of my life.

Now, a very great man called up
said we have to break up the band.
Because We were not making money.
As We were planing a farewell tour,
We had to split up until We get more members,
We cried ourselves to sleep.

So one mornin' when the sun was warm,
I rambled out of The 4 Horsemen.
Pulled my cap down over my eyes
Shut the piano and guitar down.
So long 4 Horsemen.
Howdy' solo work.