Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner
Sometimes I feel like my only friend
Is the city I live in, the city of Devils
Lonely as I am, together we cry

I pave all her streets 'cause she's my companion
I push through her bills 'cause she knows who I am
She sees my trust deeds and she kisses my booty
I never worried, now that is a lie

I don't ever wanna feel like I did that day
Take me to the place I love, to the Circle K
I don't ever wanna feel like I did that day
Take me to the place I love, foot longs at Subway

It's hard to believe that there's nobody out there
It's hard to believe that I'm all alone
At least I have Bo's love, the DC they loves me
Lonely as I am, together we cry

I don't ever wanna feel like I did that day
Take me to the place I love, Big Macs on Broadway
I don't ever wanna feel like I did that day
Take me to the place I love, buffet on Newark Bay

Under the bridge downtown - The Boss is in a huff
Under the bridge downtown - I couldn't lie enough
Under the bridge downtown - not feeling Barry's love
Under the bridge downtown - my chances went away.

Fat Chris Christie, schmoozed with the POTUS
Looking for edges, and forgetting his pledges
Raiding his fridges while burning his bridges
Talking about cut backs, while walking with spend thrifts
Sandy's a photo-op and base gets the short stick
Political weenie, wo hoo

Chris Christie, quarter ton sack
Chris Christie, bailed out Barrack
He's outrageous, he sells out his soul
Chris Christie, just a RINO

Eats like a horse but he strikes like a viper
We loved him, we loved him but just for a short while
They ripped him with glee, when he shafted Ft Lee
Must control his nutrition, so says his physician
Keeps exploiting Sandy, it's his mode operandi
Classic pol weenie, woo hoo

Chris Christie, quarter ton sack
Chris Christie, loves him Barrack
He's double dealing, he sells out his soul
Chris Christie, just a RINO

He's so self minded, he can't rest on princ'ples
Stepped on his dick, he ain't so invinc'ble
Gonna get ripped, gonna get ripped

Chris Christie, quarter ton sack
Chris Christie, he loves his Barrack
Bullies and blusters, sells out his soul
Chris Christie, self serving toad ... Oh no

(Let's sing that one more time!)

Oh, Chris Christie, quarter ton sack
Chris Christie, his buddy's Barrack
Bullies and blusters, sell out his soul
Chris Christie, self serving toad ... Oh whoah

Most equal Lennie - I'd give you my beet ration, but Christie already ate it.