Here I go again, driving across the Verrazano Bridge,
Into a land of mystery and it don’t make much damn sense to me,

How twelve gigantic lanes merge quickly into two.
It’s a trap! That’s what it is. The toll’s a well lit precipice.

Greeted by the state bird, it’s presence and it’s call.
You want to get by me, well suck my toll.

I hate, I hate, I hate,
I hate, I hate, I hate,
I hate, I hate, I hate,
I hate, I hate, I hate, Driving in NY
But it’s gotta hold over me.

Guess I am a glutton for some hardcore punishment,
so I make my mind up, ride the island... who knows what I’ll find out there.

Can’t move a foot in Brooklyn. Don’t start me on Times Square.
If I can make it out of here, I can make it anywhere.

Broken roads and traffic cones, and people making me swear,
These are just a few of the everyday simple reasons why...

I hate, I hate, I hate,
I hate, I hate, I hate,
I hate, I hate, I hate,
I hate, I hate, I hate, Driving in NY
But it’s gotta hold over me.