When I die, bury me low
Where I can hear the petroleum flow
A sweeter sound, I never did know
The rolling mills of New Jersey

Down in Hoboken, there will be
Garbage as far as the eye can see
There's garbage for you, there's garbage for me
The garbage dumps of New Jersey

When I die, bury me low
Where I can hear the petroleum flow
A sweeter sound, I never did know
The rolling mills of New Jersey

Down in Trenton, there is a bar
Where the bums come from near and from far
They come by truck, they come by car
The lousy bums of New Jersey

When I die, bury me low
Where I can hear the petroleum flow
A sweeter sound, I never did know
The rolling mills of New Jersey

When at last, I decided to roam
Far away from my home in Bayonne
There I sat down, and wrote this poem.
I wrote an ode to New Jersey.

When I die, bury me low
Where I can hear the petroleum flow
A sweeter sound, I never did know
The rolling mills of New Jersey