Bury your mother in New Jersey
††††††††††† Iíd like to help you folks find your mother.
††††††††††† But I donít know squat about New Jersey.
††††††††††† Iím lucky I got out of that place a live let alone remember where I stashed her.
††††††††††† I know itís not fair.
††††††††††† You can take comfort in the fact that Iím going to do time for this.
††††††††††† I didnít mean any harm.
††††††††††† You people being rich, however, wouldnít understand how bad it gets downtown on a hot summer day when you donít have air conditioning. You get sick of sitting on a roof breading in all those car fumes.
††††††††††† All I wanted was some open space, a little ride out into the country where I could get a breath of fresh air.
††††††††††† I wouldnít have done this if I could have found my buddies. Those I could find didnít have a car.
††††††††††† Maybe I couldnít think straight with the heat and depression and all.
††††††††††† I stole cars before Ė and even spent time in the joint for it. But I wouldnít have taken this one if I had been in my right mind.
††††††††††† The temptation Ė with the engine running and the car door open Ė was irresistible. I just hopped in and took off.
††††††††††† People on the curb shouted for me to stop, but I didnít listen.
††††††††††† I didnít notice the smell of flowers until I was already on the road. By then, I was too busy groovin on the air conditioning to care where the smell came from.
††††††††††† I even turned on the stereo and blasted the music as a cruised up West Side Avenue.
††††††††††† Thatís when the cops spotted me.
††††††††††† Sure, I should have stopped.
††††††††††† Had I been a little less crazy, I might have.
††††††††††† I mean, I didnít want to go back to the joint just for a joy ride.
††††††††††† So I took off, the smell of those flowers making me dizzy as I drove.
††††††††††† And boy did that buggy fly!
††††††††††† Who knew a box like that could go so fast.
††††††††††† I was through the Lincoln Tunnel and out into the swamps of Jersey before I knew it.
††††††††††† But I knew the Jersey cops would be on to me. So I dumped the crate in the river, watching it long enough to make sure it sank. Then, I made my way back to the highway where I hitched a ride back to Manhattan where the cops were waiting for me.
††††††††††† I didnít know the thing was a hearse or that your mother was in it until the cops told me she was.
But I canít tell you where along the river I dumped her.
All I know is sheís buried in Jersey.