Don’t be shy, give it a try
C’mon big guy, don’t just walk on by
C’mon girls, let’s give it a whirl
It’s a punky junky funky swirled world
I know a place where anything goes
Where everybody goes once the clubs close
The Underwood Hotel, and we can make it work right
All we gotta do is dodge the searchlight
Boardwalk trash and go cart crashes
Embers glowing from inside the ashes
Forget Rockaway and Asbury and Coney Island
What’s dead there is alive here, so keep on smilin’
This ain’t the place for a groom to bring a new bride
Unless he’s gonna send her head first down the waterslide
Rollercoaster vehicular homicide
Kicked in the head by a Wildwood Wild Ride
Watch the tramcar please
Wa-wa-watch the tramcar please
Slices, slices, we got the prices
It’s water ice here, not Italian ices
Silly philly stuff like cheesesteaks and haeiougies
Tasteless pizza, tasty cakes, and fudgie wudgie wudgies
High on the boardwalk and low on brains
The waters are raging, the shoobies are lame
‘Scuse me sir what did they all say?
Je ne sais pas, non parlez Anglais
This is no town for the poet or the priest
Or a first place for a taste of the great northeast
This is where you go when you want a cheap treat
A summer retreat from the heat, beat, and concrete
Tacky chic and junkfood America
Noisey Joisey’s vacation hysteria
Call it sacrilege or call it treason
But I think I prefer it here in the off season
I say take this whole scene and put it on the great white
Spin it on a centrifuge and bungee it to great heights
White sand, white light, wide mouthed, wide eyed
Whipped around the tracks by a Wildwood Wild Ride
Watch the tramcar please
Wa-wa-watch the tramcar please
Watch the tramcar please
Wawa-wawa-watch the tramcar please
©2024 The Hesh Inc.
This is where I go rapping on my Soul In Exile opus, utilizing all sorts of images and expressions from that second-childhood paradise by the sea along the southernmost stretch of the Jersey Shore. Much has been written in description of the place so I'll let my rhyming speak for itself here. Musically, I'd have to say the biggest influence was "Flip Fantasia" by Us3, as much of a pop-rap standard as there ever was, from the 1990s, but with a monster funk bass riff that I learned from my late musical mentor, Emil Leuchter of blessed memory, back in Israel. This is intended for Soul In Exile 6: From the Land of Dreams, the last of the EPs that wrap up the whole opus, and I want to employ the services of a proper DJ and MC to do this the right way ... even if in terms of rap styles, this is some 30 years old.
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