The pizza boy said, you gotta be tough in Hoboken

He was laughing when he said it, but he wasn’t joking

Pizza boy speaks truth, word to the wise

Hoboken bands may be all just little guys

But if you stick it out too far in that town, you’ll get it broken

The most populated spot in the United States is Hoboken

60-thousand people. One square mile. Hoboken

5-floor walk-ups. Stores on the bottom

Fire escapes with flowerpots on ‘em

The birthplace of Francis Albert Sinatra, Hoboken

We gave this hippie band a ride to the Greyhound in Jersey City

Manhattan loomed like a granite planet. It was scary. Pretty.

The New Music Seminar pulled as all in like rats

To thank us for the ride they got us higher than bats

And we drove up to Hoboken, charged with chronic electricity

We had a plan to put up posters for our show

Enthusiastic young rock and roll bands do that sort of thing you know

When you’re young in a band every breath is ambrosia

We borrowed a sharpie from a Korean grocer

And set up our posters on lampposts all in a row

There’s a short little foreign-sounding dude named Muscles lives in Hoboken

He was cussing on his stoop with a dropped-down bag of groceries and all his beer bottles were broken

Somebody said something sounded like fag, and before you could light one and drag

We had a face full of pissed off immigrant, live, in Hoboken

He came at us banging a car bumper on the street with one hand

Where he got it, where he left it, I neither know nor care to understand

Started punching himself and shouting, you feel lucky?

Billy held up a poster and said, we’re a band from Kentucky

And by the time he backed us all the way across Washington St., he had friends

People have been known to carry baseball bats in their cars in Hoboken

A plot to kill John Gotti was hatched in a bar on Hoboken

When you got a face full of homeboy with friends and he’s pissed

The last thing you wanna do it talk like this.

That’s blood to the dadgum sharks, in Hoboken

Punches flew, fuses blew, and so did we

I wound up in a Domino’s, pouring out my tale of misery

My mind was blown, I was cottonmouth scared

Not one of those dough-slinging sons of bitches cared

They asked me to leave, the pizza boy laughed at me

The pizza boy said, you gotta be tough in Hoboken

He was laughing when he said it, he wasn’t joking

Pizza boy speaks truth, word to the wise

Hoboken bands may be all just little guys

But if you stick it out too far in that town, you’ll get it broken

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