Letras
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
The 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 back 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
Sing 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
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's just Brooklyn on a Friday (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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