[Verse] Joey Whispers rides the shore at dawn Red Peterbilt gleaming like a cherry bomb Tourists swarm like ants on a melted cone Clowns behind the wheel But they ain't alone Cyclists weaving Armstrong's ghost Spandex kings Thinking they own the coast Green light statues Frozen in the lane I tap the horn But it's all in vain [Chorus] Jersey shore madness Chaos in the air Lines like Pac-Man They vanish Beware Joey keeps rollin' No time to stall Through the box-blockers and the street-walkin' brawl [Verse 2] Pedestrians strut like they own the street Sidewalk's a ghost town Can't compete Red lights mean go Green means stop Drivers play Frogger Their brains just pop Asshole zones Cars parked in line Like Tetris gone wrong It’s a daily grind Box-blockers jam Ain't no escape Joey whispers curses It's a rolling tape [Prechorus] Trucks don’t stop for fools in the way The horn screams loud Makes ‘em sway But they step back in Like they’ve got no clue Joey's patience Thin as a worn-out shoe
