Don't be surprised if Ed Jersey Devil's brothers are mad...after all his talking about cars...if you were traveling in what he provided for transportation to smuggle us across the canadian border you will be mad too.

“If mother is angry and holding a heavy iron frying pan…oh brother! Get the hell out of her kitchen!!!”
by Georg Edvard Mateos



From Alaska’s Klondike to Canada’s Halifax
via Jersey State no less, to have some road kill
in a much promised BBQ by our little brother,
the one owned by Rufuz, called Ed Jersey Devil.

Jersey Ed, we call him that, is very State proud
saying they have it all what a man needs to live,
and that the smell in Jersey ain’t that bad he said
“You just only need not to breath their breeze”

The journey, for us brothers, wasn’t be a easy one,
as onboard we got Walt, D’Artagnan and Jasmin
making noises about joining the merry carnival
s it was Ted, Richard, Regis and the Texas twins.

All we wanted was to escape that freezing hell
no worth a measly gold Klondike if you ask me
but to fight that unruly coming crowd need help
from Amber, Morning Star, Belle and Purple Shee.

From Andre, Kathy, Tiger Lily and Bob Palumbo’s gal
as well as Holly, Charlie, Rose and Lois not a peep,
all we three brothers wanted was some possum BBQ
and a full spa treatment in that Bath House of Fee.

Help we ain’t gotten as me marched across the land,
all we got from the AD gang was lots and lots of grief,
from Jill ranting about making a neighborly detour with
John Leko, Hightower, Dan and that dude Lounsbury.

Larry the Preacher lead us across the border, Rufuz too,
into that weird country which worships a Queen (?)
like all the boys that prance the street of San Francisco,
not by this old boy, or Jersey Ed, don’t know about PeeWee.

Canadians are a funny kind of people all the whole way,
but in a kind of friendly welcoming they will say, “mes oui”
talk Quebecois in Nova Scotia like a bunch of drunken sailors
as we hold our glasses full of imported Coors saying CHEERS!

As Jersey Ed babbled on and on about many of his old cars
we dumped him in the most fine bath in the House of Fee,
and got a crate of ice cold very special and smuggled Coors
to make that Canadian a real man with a lot of real beer.