“Shoo-Bop at Joe’s Meat Market”

Shoo-bop, doo-wah… da-dip, da-dip…
South Bound Brook, we’re feelin’ hip!

There’s a bell on the door with a happy ring,
When Joe carves thin you can hear angels sing.
Dolly smiles sweet, says, “How ya doin’, dear?”
Fresh rolls warm and the love is near.

Knife goes zip! (doo-wah)
Paper goes wrap! (doo-wah)
One big bite and you’ll come right back!

Shoo-bop, doo-wah—Joe’s Meat Market!
Stack it high, make the good times start, yeah.
Shoo-bop, doo-wah—taste that art!
Pastrami dreams and a mozzarella heart.
From the slicer to the smile, you’ll never look back—
At Joe’s & Dolly’s—love in every stack!

Turkey on rye with a peppery kick,
Olive oil drizzle, that Jersey slick.
Roast beef rare and the gravy sighs,
Pickles pop like the Fourth of July.

Counter light’s glowin’, the town lines up,
Hot soup steamin’ in a comfort cup.

Shoo-bop, doo-wah—Joe’s Meat Market!
Capicola chorus, let the jukebox spark it.
Shoo-bop, doo-wah—take your part!
Order up a hero made to steal your heart.
From lunch to late, better bring an appetite—
At South Bound Brook’s sweetest bite!

Lead: Joe says, “Thin or thick?”
BG: Dip-dip da-dip, we’ll take our pick!
Lead: Dolly wraps it tight with a wink and a laugh,
BG: Love in the paper, that hometown craft!
All: One more slice, one more smile—
We’re lingerin’ here for a little while.

Sunday crowd hums like a vinyl tune,
Cold-cut harmony by afternoon.
From first “how ya doin’?” to the last “goodnight,”
They feed the soul till the stars shine bright.

Shoo-bop, doo-wah—Joe’s Meat Market!
Hoagie heaven—baby, don’t you park it!
Shoo-bop, doo-wah—set that chart!
Top of the town and the beating heart.
Joe & Dolly—oh, what a pair—
Slice of love in the neighborhood air!

Shoo-bop, doo-wah—Joe’s… Meat… Mar-ket…
South Bound Brook—see you there!