Oh good grief, you mean where Rte. 9 gets lost under the bridge and disappears into the swamps of Hoboken! Those scrap yards on Tonnele are in the right spot, just go out the front gate and pick up all the car parts you'll ever need. That's just one stretch of very bad road over abandoned mine pits (pot holes to you) and not a highway so we'll give it an honorable mention.
As long as we're in the Newark-Jerky City area let's all sing along with the Yardbirds;
Over under sideways down,
(Hey)
Backwards forwards square and round.
(Hey)
Over under sideways down,
(Hey)
Backwards forwards square and round.
When will it end, when will it end,
When will it end, when will it end?
(segue)
Pulaski Skyway falling down
Falling down
Falling down.
Pulaski Skyway falling down
My fair lady.
(segue)
The loveliness of Paris seems somehow rather gay
The glory that was Rome is of another day
I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan
I'm going home to my city by Newark Bay
I left my heart in Jersey City
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be with ratty beat up cars,
The landscape looks like Mars
The murky smog may fill the air,
I don't care
My love waits there in Jersey City
Above the Hudson River that smells like pee
When I come home to you, Jersey City
Your gangster mobs will beat on me
As long as we're in the Newark-Jerky City area let's all sing along with the Yardbirds;
Over under sideways down,
(Hey)
Backwards forwards square and round.
(Hey)
Over under sideways down,
(Hey)
Backwards forwards square and round.
When will it end, when will it end,
When will it end, when will it end?
(segue)
Pulaski Skyway falling down
Falling down
Falling down.
Pulaski Skyway falling down
My fair lady.
(segue)
The loveliness of Paris seems somehow rather gay
The glory that was Rome is of another day
I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan
I'm going home to my city by Newark Bay
I left my heart in Jersey City
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be with ratty beat up cars,
The landscape looks like Mars
The murky smog may fill the air,
I don't care
My love waits there in Jersey City
Above the Hudson River that smells like pee
When I come home to you, Jersey City
Your gangster mobs will beat on me