WILDWOOD
WORDS & MUSIC BY BRAJER, VAN TREEK, HARS…2000
CRUISIN’ DOWN THE GARDEN STATE PARKWAY,
WHERE THE TOLLS ARE HERE TO STAY.
HEADED TO SOUTH JERSEY,
WHERE THERE’S NOTHING BUT GOOD,
TO A PLACE WE CALL WILDWOOD.
WILDWOOD,
WILDWOOD,
WILDWOOD,
WILDWOOD.
WHERE THE BEACH GOES ON AND ON,
LESS RESTRICTIONS AND MORE FUN.
WILDWOOD, IF I COULD,
SPEND MY SUMMER IN WILDWOOD.
WILDWOOD, (I’LL SEE YOU THIS SUMMER NOW),
WILDWOOD, (I’LL GET THERE, I DON’T KNOW HOW),
WILDWOOD, (I’LL MEET BY THE OCEANSIDE),
WILDWOOD, (I’LL TAKE YOU ON ALL THE RIDES).
I NEED SOME SAND BETWEEN MY TOES,
WILDWOOD I WANT TO GO,
WILDWOOD – IF I COULD,
SPEND MY SUMMER IN WILDWOOD.
WILDWOOD, (I’LL SEE YOU THIS SUMMER NOW),
WILDWOOD, (I’LL GET THERE, I DON’T KNOW HOW),
WILDWOOD, (I’LL MEET BY THE OCEANSIDE),
WILDWOOD, (I’LL TAKE YOU ON ALL THE RIDES).