He was the boss, the doctor, the angel of soul / King of the Jersey Shore, crown prince of rock’n’roll

This ain’t no statement, just block abatement.

No more trying to merge with the mainstream / Let the mainstream merge with me.

A man's ambition must be small ...

Walked through the Old City just the other night / Heard a voice shouting “Do You See The Light!

Wasted years / Crying over wasted years.

The power is all in the music / It’s yours if you can use it right.

This is the story of a love affair, of passion and despair, with that lazy crazy place.

Fads and trends have come and gone / But I kept at it season after season.

Can’t get enough / Of what everybody needs / Without you baby / I got, I got the blues

These are the journeyings of Heshy R.

Well I suppose I should tell you how I got here / How I somehow got steered across this continent ...

I should never have left this place / I should never have abandoned its warm embrace / I did what I thought at the time was best ...

I said Help me Doc, I got songwriters’ block, I just can’t find my inspiration ...

Coaxing a ton of aging automobile / From Dead Bank and Ocean Grave all the way to Warkyland ...

Fly, fly, I’m always saying goodbye / Sky above, to the people I love / Plane, plane, pure pangs of pain / Up up and away, they never stay.