Lynn and I decided to get away for the weekend to Sea Isle City, so here is the most classic of classic Jersey shore songs to get you through the weekend.

The screen door slams.
Mary’s dress sways.
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays.
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely,
Hey, that’s me and I want you only.
Don’t turn me home again,
I just can’t face myself alone again.
Don’t run back inside,
Darling, you know just what I’m here for.
So you’re scared and you’re thinking
That maybe we ain’t that young anymore.
Show a little faith; there’s magic in the night.
You ain’t a beauty, but, hey, you’re all right,
Oh, and that’s alright with me.

You can hide ‘neath your covers,
And study your pain,
Make crosses from your lovers,
Throw roses in the rain,
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets.
Well now I’m no hero,
That’s understood.
All the redemption I can offer, girl,
Is beneath this dirty hood.
With a chance to make it good somehow,
Hey, what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow
Back your hair.
Well, the night’s busting open.
These two lanes will take us anywhere.
We got one last chance to make it real,
To trade in these wings on some wheels.
Climb in back,
Heaven’s waiting on down the tracks.
Oh, oh come take my hand,
Riding out tonight to case the promised land.
Oh, oh thunder road, oh thunder road, oh thunder road.
Lying out there like a killer in the sun,
Hey I know it’s late, we can make it if we run!
Oh thunder road, sit tight, take hold,
Thunder road!

Well, I got this guitar,
And I learned how to make it talk,
And my car’s out back
If you’re ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat.
The doors open but the ride it ain’t free,
And I know you’re lonely
For words that I ain’t spoken,
But tonight we’ll be free,
All the promises’ll be broken.
There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away.
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets.

They scream your name at night in the street.
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet,
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on,
But when you get to the porch they’re gone
On the wind, so Mary climb in,
It’s a town full of losers
And I’m pulling out of here to win.