It’s cold in Jersey
but I do not speak of the weather
Teeth chatter, brr!
our people are rarely together
If they liked me, I would think I was doing something very wrong
Our truck goes further
and when we all go, it’s forever
Time’s up, New Jersey
’cause where we’re all going is heaven
The path’s in front of us
Some are going up, others going down
and happy
finally
In golden skies
we’re going to see him, this time!
It’s cold, this life
We’re going to see him!
No further worry
division we have will be settled
We’re in a hurry
the sooner we split up, the better
Know presents are under the tree
Hope everyone gets what they want
New Jersey’s burning
as all of New York and all Pennsy
No churches working
The Lord knows the lost are against him
The end of the church age
The head’s busy turning
In golden skies
we’re going to see him, this time!
It’s cold, this life
We’re going to see him!
The picture’s blurry
In Bethlehem, they had good shepherds
No sinner’s stirring
No mention of Chrismas’s treasure
But they don’t despair
Not a thought of him
Nothing but thin air
Empty
A cat is purring
His bride-to-be’s quiet but friendly
The Lion, Jersey
of Judah will soon come to get her
He’ll be in the air
She will rise to him
And they’ll go to their
wedding
In golden skies
We’re going to see him, this time!
It’s cold, this life
We’re going to see him!
