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