Got them old, wildwood blues
Got them old, wildwood blues
Wildwood town, some bad news
Got them old, wildwood blues
Drinking beer by the sea
Giant baseball park by the sea
Looking like 1953
Vegetable soup by the sea
Look, harvey, a crab! [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/n/nazz/wildwood_blues.html ]
Got into town on the 445
I could hardly wait to arrive
Local yokel hippies start performing their tricks
I try to make it out on the 446
Luxurious accommodations, room and board
But I take no anger until I fall on the floor
Baskets, sea shells, anything became my bed
The local yokels and jeanie jumped in just the same now
