作曲 : Goeke, Kitzis, Sorino ...
Bomb New Jersey 
 Voltaire
 
 There's a magical land I know
 A place where I grew up
 And I'd make a deal with the devil himself
 To see that place blown up
 
 There in that interesting land I know
 Where no one has a brain
 They all wear jeans that are acid washed
 And yet they think im insane
 
 I would get down on my knees and service the Japanese
 Till i reek of old sushi, but please
 Bomb New Jersey
 I would happily kowtow to my new leader Chairman Mao
 I would even learn Chinese, just please Bomb New Jersey
 
 I would go tell Jong Il Kim that they're making fun of him 
 In a kimchi-hating town that's known as New Jersey Better yet I've got a plan, I will convince Pakistan
 That India can be found somewhere in new Jersey
 
 New Jersey is the place where i grew up
 They pelted me with rocks and garbage
 I guess it's tough to be a fruit in the Garden State
 And if you have a sexy girlfriend then they're doubly irate
 
 I would climb a rocky crag and plant a Russian flag
 On a smoldering hole once known 
 As New Jersey
 Oh, it would be a tragic loss if both Bon Jovi and The Boss
 Are somewhere out of state when the Danes nuke New Jersey
 
 It's a place named after a sweatshirt
 So what more can you expect sir?
 And if you try to express your individuality
 They will throw you to the ground 
 And they'll kick you in the teeth 
 Like they did to me
 
 The bombs come down on Morris Town
 And Trenton's up in flames
 Newark we drowned, then burnt it down
 But Elizabeth still smells the same
 Many butts will breach on Marmanth beach
 We'll erase Orange from site
 
 But before I leave this land I loathe
 I bid New Jersey Goodnight