Jimmy Fallon (walks out on stage strumming guitar): All Right.
In the day we sweat it out on the streets,
stuck in traffic on the GWB.
They shut down the tollbooths of glory
'cause we didn't endorse Christie.

Sprung from cages on Highway 9,
we got three lanes closed, so Jersey get your ass in line.
Whoa, maybe this Bridge-Gate was just payback.
It's a bitch slap to the state Democrats.

We got to get out but we can’t.
We’re stuck in Governor Chris Christie’s
Fort Lee New Jersey Traffic Jam.
Yeah! Hey, Yeah! Yeah!

The real Bruce Springsteen joins Fallon on stage.

Jimmy Fallon: I can’t hear you. Hey.

Fallon sees Springsteen; gives him a nod.

Bruce Springsteen:
Governor, let me in. I want to be your friend;
there’ll be no partisan divisions.
Let me wrap may legs ‘round your mighty rims
and relieve your stressful condition.

You got Wall Street masters stuck cheek-to-cheek with blue collar truckers,
and man, I really got to take a leak. But I can't.
I'm stuck in Governor Chris Christie's Fort Lee New Jersey Traffic Jam.

Springsteen & Fallon: One, two, three, four …

Jimmy Fallon:
Highway’s jammed with pissed off drivers with no place left to go.
And the press conference went on and on.

Bruce Springsteen: It was longer than one of my own damn shows.

Jimmy Fallon:
Someday, Governor, I don't know when,
this will all end, but till then

Springsteen & Fallon:
You're killing the working man
who's stuck in the Governor Chris Christie
Fort Lee New Jersey Traffic Jam.
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa.

Bruce Springsteen: I gotta take a leak.

Jimmy Fallon: Whoa, oh oh oh

Bruce Springsteen: I really gotta take a leak.

Jimmy Fallon: Whoa, oh oh oh

Springsteen & Fallon: Down in Jerseyland.