Down in Jersey
In Hackensack
There’s a little place
Called the Shack in the Back
It’s right beside a railroad track And folks go there for a sip and a snack The
waitress wears a gingham dress But you can wear your Sunday best
A jamming band puts on a show With everybody yelling
«Blow, man, blow!»
There’s a happy-go-lucky crowd Stomping and romping and singing out loud
A smokey room that’s mighty small No one cares ‘cause they’re having a ball
Some go there to sing a song Others watch what’s going on
I saw a gal that I’d like to know Dancing and yelling,
«Blow, man, blow!»
Everybody’s enjoying life Boot-black beggars and somebody’s wife.
If you get broke, don’t ever fear ‘Cause somebody’s gonna buy some wine or
beer
They don’t care about politics
Just sitting and listening to them hot licks
They clap their hands until they get sore Sipping and yelling
«Blow, man, blow!»