We were from out of town, from areas where the water is safe.They have to tell people that??...
However, at the computer center they made sure we knew to use the bottled water to make the coffee, not the tap water.
Trouble was, the coffee was never strong enough unless I made it. Everybody else used only one pack of coffee; I had to double it to get something decent. Hey, when you've got a 24- to 48-hour Hot Site test to work, you need something to keep you up. Something legal, that is.
AHA! I FOUND IT! THE LYRICS AND A MIDI!
Roberts and BarrandThe Rolling Mills of New Jersey
(Roberts and Barrand)
When I die, bury me low
Where I can hear the petroleum flow.
A sweeter sound, I never did know
The rolling mills of New Jersey.
Down in Trenton, there is a bar
The bums, they come from near and from far
They come by truck, they come by car
The lousy bums of New Jersey
Down in Hoboken, there will be
Garbage as far as the eye can see.
There's garbage for you, there's garbage for me.
The garbage dumps of New Jersey.
When at last, I decided to roam,
Far away from my home in Bayonne.
I sat down, and wrote this poem.
I wrote an ode to New Jersey.
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Copyright John Roberts and Tony Barrand
Sung to the tune of The Rolling Hills of the Border.
Oh, and my favorite song of theirs is about a bar in Baltimore's Fells Point area: Eat Bertha's Mussels.
[Edit: I found a midi file for the tune and a better layout for the lyrics.]