They’re sittin’ in the mornin’ sun
They’ll be sittin’ when the evenin’ come
Watching other new cars roll in
And then watch ’em roll away again, yeah

They’re sittin’ on the dock of Newark Bay
Watching the medical waste roll away
Ooo, they’re just sittin’ on the dock of Newark Bay
Rustin’ in time

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They left their home in Trollhattan,
Headed for the Newark Bay
‘Cause they had everything to live for
But looks like nothin’s gonna come their way

So they’re just gonna sit on the dock of Newark Bay
Watching the other cars roll away
Ooo, they’re sittin’ on the dock of Newark Bay
Rustin’ in’ time

Looks like nothing’s gonna change
Nothing won’t remain the same
They can’t do what ten autojournos tell them to do
So I guess they’ll remain there, yes

Sittin’ there sagging their springs
But their lawyers won’t let them leave
It’s four thousand miles they roamed
Just to make this dock their funeral home

Now, they’re just gonna die in Newark Bay
Watching other new cars roll away
Oooo-wee, they’re gonna die in Newark Bay
But their recycled steal won’t rust away

 🙁