All roads lead to the shore points.

Watch the tramcar please / Wa-wa-watch the tramcar please.

Spellbound through the pines, where the sun rarely shines ... Read between the lines, what’s yours and what is mine.

Sunday morning in G-d’s square mile, trying to think of something worthwhile.

Looking down on the land of oppression / from my vantage point in the land of dreams.

‘Cause there’s something in the night, a spirit in the night / Some kind of magic in the night, all through the night.

Thanksgiving is also the anniversary of making Asbury Park mine … falling in love with the Jersey Shore, not just at the Jersey Shore.

I went out, on the town / not quite sure what I was after.

Hey Benny, what’ll it be? – Gimme a beer.

From Sea Bright down to Seaside I rule.

Once upon a time it was cool and it was fine / To make some kind of impression with a romantic song.

i.e., Jersey guy in LA, in Jersey.

Immense, intense, and totally without sense.

She has an air of mystery about her, but there’s no way that you can live without her.

It ain’t just an act, he’s here and he’s back … and that’s that!

11:00 on the boardwalk / It’s a sin to be inside.

And how come it’s been taking me so long to do this / What’s been keeping me from being this way / It’s been taking me so long to understand

No words necessary!

So, you from Joisey? / …umm, what exit?

All roads lead to the shore points.