EVERYBODY'S ON THEIR WAY TO JERSEY
(Garfield Kilgour / Harry Akst, Lou Handman,   1920)


There's a certain little State 
No one thought was up to date
Jokes about it made a lot of fun 
But folks are getting hunches
Going there in bunches 
A mighty mob has started on the run
Tho' small in size that state is wise nobody hesitates 
It's population soon will be the whole United States.

People living there are fine 
Each one has a friend named "Stein"
Anderson had better watch his step 
The cops are in a fury 
Each kitchen is a brewery 
They brew those hops that fill you full of pep
From California Massachusetts, people far and near 
A train they take to join the wake, and gather 'round the 'bier'

Everybody's on their way to Jersey 
Everybody's going there to stay 
And it's not the air 
That they're going over there
There is something doing something brewing 
OH! BOY! buckets of joy 
Three and a half percent in dear old Jersey 
Is not the dividends the bankers pay 
Just hop on a train and tell the man
that you want to go where they rush the can 
For everybody's on their way to Jersey.