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 Pa**aic 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