Here's one version (as with many jazz songs, lyrics are often tweaked)...

Verse:

Why is he recalcitrant in Flatbush?
Why is he so timid and so shy?
Why is he reluctant in Canarsie?
And why in Coney won't he even try?

Brooklyn Bridge is falling down
But he won't make the mating sound...

Chorus:

Its spring hey and the birds are chirping high up in the tree hey
Between them birds and all them noisy little bees hey
They're messing up my brooklyn love song

Get wise hey come on and dish me up a little kiss or two hey
If a tree can grow in brooklyn so can you hey
Stop messin' up my brooklyn love song

Get a load of romance, give the scenery a glance
There's a moon, there's a river, golly gee
While you're holdin' my hand and the scenery is grand
We can watch the barges throw the garbage out to the sea

Look-y here hey lovers sittin' on the stoop they're pitching woo hey
Lucky you you've got the stoop right here with you hey
Stop messin' up my brooklyn love song