Ho-ho-kus Nj

We know a town in the heart of New Jersey,

Where the birds sing all day long.

And it gave us the inspiration,

from which we wrote the following song:

I remember t'was September,

when the crocus first awoke us

to Ho-Ho-Kus, NJ

We were dunkin' with a cruller

Moppin' up the local color

of Ho-Ho-Kus, NJ

We dropped in at a movie

and sat next to a Queen

Who was every bit as groovy

as the ones on the screen.

So we wrote this hocus-pocus,

so attention we could focus

on Ho-Ho-Kus, NJ.

I'll go my way, you go your way

And we'll never meet in Rahway

or Ho-Ho-Kus, NJ

All the sweater girls in Teaneck,

wear a devastating V-neck

they're peculiar that way.

A feller from Bogota

who would never be missed,

buys a gal a cherry-soda

and expects to be kissed.

It's lonesome in Passaic,

but the town that takes the ca-ik,

is Ho-Ho-Kus, NJ.

If you want to, you can walk us

to a town they call Secaucus,

near Ho-Ho-Kus, NJ

'Cause the fra-cus will be rauc-ous

when Ho-Ho-Kus meets Secaucus

in the big game today.

The ones to whom we've spoken

never heard of the town.

They confuse it with Sha-no-ken

and it gets us down.

So we wrote this little opus,

which we'll sing until they choke us

'Bout Ho-Ho-Kus, NJ