Bored, walking on the boardwalk
New Jersey Shore
If I come to New York
Can I sleep on your floor?
Been living out of a suit case
On the motel floor
And running up the tabs
At the corner store
At the corner store

So barely walking on the boardwalk
Anymore
When summer gets along
Your hair gets to long
Picking up the habit
Too long before four
When July is gone
I’ll be 24
And not anymore
And not anymore

The Jersey Shore!
The Jersey Shore!
The Jersey Shore!

And then
Not anymore