Friday, January 16, 2026

"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