Here's a little serenade About a Brooklyn Babe How can I describe tie chick Let's do some arithmetic She's a 34-23-34 A killer on the dance floor Skin tight jeans And at fourteen She was seeing a marine Don't underestimate her She's as hot as a pepper She don't do the wash She don't do the cookin' She don't have to 'Cause she's good lookin' She don't like to go steady 'Cause she knows she ain't ready To get married and settle down 'Cause it's so much fun To run around
She's bad, she's bad She's not afraid I go crazy Over Brooklyn Babe She's bad, she's bad The Brooklyn Babe
Well let me tell you more About our heroine She's the baddest chick In all of Brooklyn She's Queen of the Hop Little Anthony's babe A fan of Doo-Wop Deadly with a switchblade Boppin' down Park Slope Cruisin' Bay Ridge Hangin' out under the El And the Brooklyn Bridge If you wanna be her boyfriend You better be Italian Your knuckles better crack Your hair greased back I've been all over the world There's nothin' like a Brooklyn Girl They come in all shapes and sizes And they are the most priceless Chicks on the planet earth And for what it's worth I wouldn't trade A Brooklyn Babe For all the money Rockefeller made
Baby, Baby You're an angel You're such a sexy angel I want to make You my girl