This is another original song from 1969, that I came across as I am transferring my old reel-to-reel tapes to CD.
I think that perhaps only Ben (nocat), who also lives fairly close to Secaucus - and perhaps other New Jersey residents - will really understand this song, which is about a New Jersey town named "Secaucus" that has a less that illustrious history. Here is the summary about Secaucus from Wikipedia:
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Secaucus is a town in Hudson County, New Jersey, USA. As of the United States 2000 Census, the town population was 15,931.
Before the 1950s, Secaucus was home to a number of pig farms, rendering plants, and junk yards, which gave the town a reputation for being one of the most odorous in the New York metropolitan area. However, gentrification has helped to improve the town's image.
Favorite son Henry B. Krajewski,
a pig farmer, was a frequent political candidate.
UPN's flagship station WWOR-TV, MSNBC and NBA TV are headquartered in Secaucus, as is Red Bull New York of Major League Soccer.
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One day in the summer of 1969 (yeah, when others were at Woodstock and we couldn't go) myself and two friends (Keith and Bud) got together and decided we would write a song, and not only write it, but document the process of writing a song. What you'll hear here is actually the last 6 minutes or so of a full side of a reel of tape, starting from us sitting down with no words or music, and about 30 minutes later ending up with this song completed. It's amazing how quicly things can be created when people put their minds together - and it also helps that we were really having fun!!
If anyone wants to hear the whole creation part of this song, I have it available, but it's waaaaayyyyyy to big to upload. This is just the final song. I'm playing guitar (and the tape deck is mine too!) and Bud has the main singing voice (he's gone professional these days in both theater and music) and Keith and I sing along as well (sorry about that). This was about 2 years into my playing the guitar, and I think I at least had open chords and strumming down OK. That was many decades before I took up soloing (because that just happened a little over a year ago...)
This is a just a fun piece - so just relax and enjoy (and this is past history, so I'd love to hear your opinions, but this isn't going to be rewritten...
) And my apologies to Ben and anyone else that may live close to, or be fond of, Secaucus -- it's actually a pretty nice place now!
Jim
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Ballade Of Olde Secaucus (1969)
By Jim Signorile, Keith and Bud (last names protected, even though they're not innocent!)
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(Chorus, repeat after every verse)
Take the bus to Secaucus.
Ride the scum to the slum.
Take the bus to Secaucus.
It's time to have some fun.
Wash your clothes on a Monday,
Hang them out on the line;
Let them dry in the warm Secaucus sun,
And watch them cover up with slime.
Slide right into Secaucus.
See the black cloud hanging there.
See it smother all the buildings.
Surprise! That black cloud is their air.
Floating pigs line the rooftops.
Floating pigs fill the air.
Floating pigs hang on phone lines.
Floating pigs everywhere.
See the Secaucus commuters.
See them grovel in the dirt.
See them slosh across the sidewalks
As they plow their way to work.
We don't mean to put down Secaucus.
All those things I guess it's not.
You could learn to like Secaucus.
How much time have you got?
James V. Signorile, ASCAP
Ouch! That was a little harsh to the poor folk of Sea-Cacas. But sounds like you guys had lots of fun with that one and Bud's a good singer. But I'm sure you won't be invited to any recitals by the Realty Board of Sea-Cacas! 
Oh, OK, we won't do that.... 
