Silly song from the Dr. Demento 25th Anniversary collection. Written and performed by John Forster (whom I've never heard of and haven't nodeshelled: I hereby offer a C! to anybody who msgs me with a link to a decent writeup identifying him), accompanied on piano à la Tom Lehrer, with occasional instrumental (most noticeably flute, saxophone, and some horn) and female vocals on back-up. Chock-full of good-natured double entendres (even the faintly homophobic verse still manages to come across as humorous), this song is kind of a one-note joke, though the tune is catchy and the lyrics clever. Don't take it too seriously and you'll be amused.

Lyrics:

Every year I drive out to Cape Cod for the last part of June
Leave the city by ten, and you're there by 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.

Spoken: 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 beaut
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 over-built
And the pleasure of entering Beverly far outweighed any feeling of guilt.
I could say I'm contrite, but it wouldn't be right
'Cause 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 amok
When a sign by the road dead ahead sent me straight into shock.

It said Entering Lawrence
My God---I was out of control
But I'd no sooner finished with Lawrence
Then boom! I was entering Lowell
Then I backtracked and re-entered Lawrence
And Quincy, and Norton as well
By midnight I pulled into Athol
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 carrion
A name came clear as a clarion
I got 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 tryst 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!

John Forster