"The Wreck Of The Garmento Mayor" - The Lyrics.

“THE WRECK OF THE GARMENTO MAYOR”.

THE LEGEND LIVES ON FROM LENAPE ON DOWN
OF THE BIG FAKE – A MAYOR NAMED TUCKER
 
WITH PIERMONT HIS LAIR – ALL HIS SCHEMES WERE LAID BARE
WHILE HE LAUGHED AT THE TAXPAYER SUCKERS
 
 
WITH A LOAD OF FAUX SHEETS, ONCE HE TOOK TO THE STREETS
‘TIL THE JOURNAL EXPOSED HIS FAKE THREAD-COUNTS
 
TO LIZ’BETH HE BAILED, ‘TIL HIS BARBECUE FAILED
SO HE SOLD GANGLAND DRINKS AT DEEP DISCOUNTS
 
 
ELECTED HE WAS, BUT IT CAUSED LITTLE BUZZ
SINCE THE FOLKS IN THE VILLAGE WERE SLEEPIN’
 
HE TOOK THE LOW ROUTE, AND HE SOLD THEM ALL OUT
WHILE THE BUILDERS FROM JERSEY CAME CREEPIN’
 
 
THOSE MINDLESS CYBORGS - THEY USED THEIR VILLAGE YORG
JUST TO SWEAR SHE HAD MAILED TO THE COUNTY
 
THE COUNTY SAID “NO” – MADE THE LAWSUIT A “GO”
WITH THE FATE OF THE VILLAGE THEIR BOUNTY
 
 
CONSTRUCTION AND PLANKS BUILT ON GASOLINE TANKS
‘TIL THEY MADE THE TRIP UP TO NEW CITY
 
WITH PAPERS HALF-COCKED, THE GOOD JUDGE CLEANED THEIR CLOCK
TO THE GOOMBAHS HE SHOWED ZERO PITY
 
 
WITH EIGHT HUNDRED “K”, TUCKER FINANCED HIS PLAY
HE TOOK THEM NEAR TEN MILLION UNDER
 
BUT KNOCKS ON THE DOOR, THE COMPTROLLER WAS SORE
‘TWAS AN AUDIT TO STOP BRUCE’S PLUNDER
 
 
FOR RISK THEY DID SEARCH, LEAVING BRUCE IN THE LURCH
‘TIL THEY MADE THEIR RETURN TO THE VILLAGE
 
A D.A. THAT STINGS, WITH THE FEDS IN THE WINGS
ALL DETERMINED TO ROOT BRUCE’S PILLAGE
 
 
HE WON’T TAKE THE DIVE, NO, HE’LL ALWAYS TAKE FIVE
AND HE THINKS THEY ALL THINK HE’S A PLAYER
 
BUT LATE IN SOME NIGHT THE COMPTROLLER WILL BITE
IN THE WRECK OF THE GARMENTO MAYOR
 
 
DOES ANYONE KNOW WHERE GARMENTOS ALL GO
WHEN THEY’VE OUTLIVED THEIR USEFUL EXISTENCE?
 
WITH BRUCE VOTED-IN, HE WIPED GREASE OFF HIS CHIN
‘TIL HE MET WITH THE LOCALS’ RESISTANCE
 
 
A CRUMBLING PIER AND THE NEW YEAR IS HERE
WHILE THOSE SYCOPHANTS LIVE IN DELUSION
 
WITH NOWHERE TO BE, THEY ALL PLAY P.D.C.
THEN THEY BUILD UP ON STILTS IN CONFUSION
 
 
HE MIGHT HAVE DONE GOOD BUT HE TURNED JERSEY HOOD
HE THOUGHT OF HIMSELF A CONTENDER
 
A WANT OF A STAMP MADE HIM TAKE THAT OFF-RAMP
OR, A WANT OF A “RETURN TO SENDER”
 
 
THE CLOCK WINDING DOWN, MAYOR SENDS UP HIS CLOWN
OUTSIDE OF THE DEMOCRAT PARTY
 
HIS TIMBO GETS CURSED, BUT IT COULD HAVE BEEN WORSE –
‘LEAST THEY DIDN’T ELECT DENNIS HARDY!!!:

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IMAGINE A HALL OUT IN WAYMART, P-A
TRADIN’ SHEETS FOR A JUMPSUIT – THE PLAYER:
 

A RECENT ANOINT, HE’LL BE RUNNING THAT JOINT
AS THE WRECK OF THE GARMENTO MAYOR
 
 
THE LEGEND LIVES ON FROM LENAPE ON DOWN
OF THE BIG FAKE – A MAYOR NAMED TUCKER
 
WITH PIERMONT HIS LAIR – ALL HIS SCHEMES WERE LAID BARE
WHILE HE LAUGHED AT YOU TAXPAYER SUCKERS