The Swingers and I Lyrics

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.