There's a place on the way in the bowels of hell
And its right here below our noses
When I get there I know, if the garbage is stink
With a lemon it all goes away
Ooh, ooh, and I'm driving a highway in jersey

There's a sign on the road but I want to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes arrows point two ways
On the road by the shore, there's a ocean that sings,
Sometimes all of my waves are polluted
Ooh, it fliths the water
Ooh, it filths the water.

There's a feeling I'd get if I could look to the west,
But my eyes are blinded with smog.
In my eyes I have felt billowing smoke in my home,
And the money of those who keep working.
Ooh, it filths the air,
Ooh, it really filths the air.

And it's whispered at noon if we gas out the moon
Then our wipers will have no reason
And a new rain will fall for those who will fall
And the highway will be oil thereafter.

If there's a hustle on your parkway, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a driveway for the rush hour.
Yes, there are two roads you can go by, but in the long run
It still takes time to switch the roads you're on.
And it clogs the highway.

Your Motors humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The gas is falling through the dashboard,
Dear baby, you can fear the car seat and did you know
Your highway lives for the high kind.

And as we drive on down the road
Our cars bigger than our homes.
There flies a bird that we all know
Whose color is black and hard to show
How the wind still turns and blows.
And if your driving very fast
The air will come to you at last.
When all come at once and once is all
To be in mud and not in water.

And I'm driving a highway in jersey.