The Swingers and I

Galavanting, the swingers and I Sank Mexico into the sea Drank em' all under the table Clutched my dress in the flesh and debris I'd rather be dancing Than kick my heels off before they leave Bored as a butcher Catching dust in his cleaver Drunk like the son of the steed Bloated pigs and blowfish Eat from the trough But we passed out in trailer parks Before we sold the van and Burned the cars of some truckers seeking some truth But only found superstars Let things fall apart Like a change of the guard Or a murmur of the Romancing the throne, the swingers and I Smashed crack pipes by the beach Dodged the local police Adorned in the robes of a priest Fell asleep In a train-car headed east Hungover and hungry Trampled in the arms of the beast I long to be I long to be I long to be Back in the bosom of New Jersey I long to be I long to be I long to be Back in the bosom of New Jersey, The swingers and I Would like to go dancing before they leave.