Brooklyn. Friday. Love.

Day-trader in а tie-dyed jumpsuit
And a gutter punk kid with а neck tattoo
Hooking up at the unisex bathroom
It was Brooklyn
It was Friday
It was love
Across the bar sat the hip-hop purist
Arguing with the jazz obscurists
And in the corner were the terrified tourists Brooklyn. Friday. Love.
Angel choirs on the corner all night
Sing Johnny Cash and Jackson 5
Little heaven you can stumble into
We got your invite tonight
Dont try to fight it
Oh, its just Brooklyn on a Friday
Dont try to fight it
Oh, its just Brooklyn on а Friday
They come from Mississippi and La La Land
New wave hippies and the pop goth glam
Its just cause parents dont understand
It was Brooklyn
It was Friday
It was love
From this roof you can see the stars
We are the left bank dreamers
And the avant garde
Ill sing my borrowed song on your borrowed guitar
It was Brooklyn
It was Friday
It was love
Angel choirs on the midnight G train
Some Beastie Boys and Kurt Cobain
Revolution you can learn to dance to
With a friendly face on the way
Dont try to fight it
Oh, its just Brooklyn on а Friday
Dont try to fight it
Oh, its just Brooklyn on а Friday
Bushwick Avenue
Bedford Avenue
Franklin Avenue
Im on my way
Where are you
Dont try to fight it
Oh, its just Brooklyn on а Friday
Dont try to fight it
Oh, its just Brooklyn on a Friday
Dont try to fight it
Oh, its just Brooklyn on а Friday
Dont try to fight it
Oh, its just Brooklyn on а Friday
Its just Brooklyn on a Friday
Its just Brooklyn on a Friday
Bushwick Avenue
Its just Brooklyn on a Friday
Bedford Avenue
Its just Brooklyn on а Friday
Franklin Avenue
Its just Brooklyn on а Friday
Im on my way
Its just Brooklyn on а Friday