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 Passaic, 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