Brooklyn. Friday. Love.

Day-trader in a tie-dyed jumpsuit And a gutter punk kid with a neck tattoo They're hookin' 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 A little heaven you can stumble into We got your invite tonight Don't try to f-f-f-f-fight it Oh, it's just Brooklyn on a Friday Don't try to f-f-f-f-fight it Oh, it's just Brooklyn on a Friday They come from Mississippi and La La Land New-wave hippies and the pop-goth glam It's just 'cause parents don't 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 I'll 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 A revolution you can learn to dance to With a friendly face on the way Don't try to f-f-f-f-fight it Oh, it's just Brooklyn on a Friday Don't try to f-f-f-f-fight it Oh, it's just Brooklyn on a Friday Bushwick Avenue Bedford Avenue Franklin Avenue I'm on my way, where are you? Don't try to f-f-f-f-fight it Oh, it's just Brooklyn on a Friday Don't try to f-f-f-f-fight it Oh, it's just Brooklyn on a Friday Don't try to f-f-f-f-fight it Oh, it's just Brooklyn on a Friday Don't try to f-f-f-f-fight it Oh, it's just Brooklyn on a Friday It's just Brooklyn on a Friday It's just Brooklyn on a Friday Bushwick Avenue It's just Brooklyn on a Friday Bedford Avenue It's just Brooklyn on a Friday Franklin Avenue It's just Brooklyn on a Friday I'm on my way (Where are you?) It's just Brooklyn on a Friday (ooh, ooh)