Lyrics

This might require some context:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A36524-2005Jan25.html

Now this could only happen for the Super Bowl
That Champions would go somewhere like this
When Stat Boy stepped off of the plane in Florida
He noticed that the whole place smelled… like piss

This my kind of town, it’s Jacksonville
My kind of town, yes Jacksonville
it’s like an octopus
metropolis for all of us!

And each time I kvetch, ‘bout Jacksonville
I start to wretch, ‘bout Jacksonville
There’s waffles houses... just all around
It's my kind of town

My kind of town, it’s Jacksonville
My kind of town, it’s Jacksonville
My kind of living hell
And it oh well… what’s that smell?

And each time I leave, yes Jacksonville’s
Tugging my sleeve, yes Jacksonville!
the Dairy Queen! It’s Jacksonville
the Applebees! It’s Jacksonville
One town that will make Tony frown
Not his kind of town!

N.B,
I wish to point out that, unlike our host, I have no personal knowledge or ill-will towards the city of Jacksonville. Heck, I am from Indiana and we don't even let certain people into our waffle houses anymore.