[G] Wish I was in Brooklyn town, Sitting on a [Em] pier, [G] One arm round a jug of wine, The other round my [Em] dear. The [D] other round my [G] dear.
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[G] Brooklyn [Em] town, [G] Good old [D] Brooklyn [G] town!
Have you ever been to Brooklyn town, Down by Sheepshead Bay, And watched the fishing boats come in, All the night and day, All the night and day?
They built a bridge in Brooklyn town, Way up to the sky, And every night it opened up, To let the Moon pass by, To let the Moon pass by.
They dug a ditch in Brooklyn town, Ten million feet I guess, And at the bottom there they ran, The Brighton Beach Express, The Brighton Beach Express.
The boys and girls of Brooklyn town, They grow so very strong, They can sing and they can dance, And sport the whole night long, And sport the whole night long.
Blue fish in the summertime, Black fish in the fall, If I can't live there all the time, I won't live there at all, I won't live there at all.
Pretty women in the summertime, They're gonna make you smile, You see them sunning on the beach, Down by Coney Isle, Down by Coney Isle.
The muscle boys of Brooklyn town, They're spiffy and they're styled, You can see them strut their stuff, And drive the ladies wild, And drive the ladies wild.
I had a gal from Boston town, But she was fat and lazy, Now I have a Brooklyn gal, She damn well drives me crazy, She damn well drives me crazy.
I'm going back to Brooklyn town, I'm going back next week, I'm going back to settle down, Down by Newtown Creek, Down by Newtown Creek.
So if you see my Brooklyn gal, Tell her once for me, She's gonna be my honey-pie, In Canarsie-by-the-Sea, In Canarsie-by-the-Sea.