Every year i drive out to cape cod for the last part of june
leave the city by 10, then you're there in the late afternoon
on the way, there's a village called marion that you pass through
the first time i approached it,
i'll always remember the sign that came into view
It said: "entering marion"
and i thought, "what a fun little sign!"
but the feeling of entering marion had a kick that was hard to define
a rapturous rush, a physical flush, chills up and down the spine
for the few minutes i was in marion, all massachusetts was mine
Well, it got to be kind of an annual thing;
the event that would start each vacation off with a bang!
Then one year, who knows why, i decided to try a new route
so i got out my map and i traced one i thought was a beaute
after driving all morning i came to the top of a hill
where a sign stood before me that promised a new kind of thrill
It said: "entering beverly"
which was lovely and not overbuilt
and the pleasure of entering beverly far outweighed any feelings of guilt
i could say i'm contrite, but it wouldn't be right
for the truth is that later that day,i found myself entering sharon
it was there, so was i, we enjoyed it; hey, what can i say?
By the next year i'd try any route just for novelty's sake
i was cursed with a thirst that no single township could slake
oh, at the wheel i looked calm, but inside i was running a mock
when a sign in the road dead ahead sent me straight into shock
{gasp}
"entering lawrence"
my god; i was out of control!
and i'd no sooner finished with lawrence,
then boom; i was entering lowel
then i backtracked and reentered lawrence
then quincy and norton as well
around midnight i pulled into ethel and flopped in a fleabag motel
I slept fitfully in my clothing
and awoke in a pool of sweat and self-loathing
lying there, feeling lower than carion,
a name came clear as a clarion
I jumped in my car, and before very far
i was entering marion
how totally, wonderfully great!
how grand to be entering marion after tramping all over the state
every sleazebucket 'burb, every trist by the curb, had really just helped me to find
i'm happiest entering marion
i guess i'm the marion kind
oh yes, i'm the marion kind