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 fight it
Oh, it's just Brooklyn on a Friday
Don't try to fight it
Oh, it's just Brooklyn on a Friday
They come from Mississippie 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 fight it
Oh, it's just Brooklyn on a Friday
Don't try to 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 fight it
Oh, it's just Brooklyn on a Friday
Don't try to fight it
Oh, it's just Brooklyn on a Friday
Don't try to fight it
Oh, it's just Brooklyn on a Friday
Don't try to 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)
Brooklyn. Viernes. Amor.
Operador de bolsa en un mono teñido
Y un chico punk callejero con un tatuaje en el cuello
Están enganchando en el baño unisex
Era Brooklyn, era viernes, era amor
Al otro lado del bar estaba el purista del hip-hop
Discutiendo con los obscuristas del jazz
Y en la esquina estaban los turistas aterrados
Brooklyn, viernes, amor
Coros angelicales en la esquina toda la noche
Cantan Johnny Cash y Jackson 5
Un pequeño paraíso en el que puedes tropezar
Tenemos tu invitación esta noche
No trates de resistirlo
Oh, es solo Brooklyn en un viernes
No trates de resistirlo
Oh, es solo Brooklyn en un viernes
Vienen de Mississippie y La La Land
Hippies de la nueva ola y el glam pop-gótico
Es solo porque los padres no entienden
Era Brooklyn, era viernes, era amor
Desde este techo, puedes ver las estrellas
Somos los soñadores de la orilla izquierda y la vanguardia
Cantaré mi canción prestada en tu guitarra prestada
Era Brooklyn, era viernes, era amor
Coros angelicales en el tren G de medianoche
Algunos Beastie Boys y Kurt Cobain
Una revolución a la que puedes aprender a bailar
Con una cara amigable en el camino
No trates de resistirlo
Oh, es solo Brooklyn en un viernes
No trates de resistirlo
Oh, es solo Brooklyn en un viernes
Avenida Bushwick
Avenida Bedford
Avenida Franklin
Estoy en camino, ¿dónde estás?
No trates de resistirlo
Oh, es solo Brooklyn en un viernes
No trates de resistirlo
Oh, es solo Brooklyn en un viernes
No trates de resistirlo
Oh, es solo Brooklyn en un viernes
No trates de resistirlo
Oh, es solo Brooklyn en un viernes
Es solo Brooklyn en un viernes
Es solo Brooklyn en un viernes
Avenida Bushwick
Es solo Brooklyn en un viernes
Avenida Bedford
Es solo Brooklyn en un viernes
Avenida Franklin
Es solo Brooklyn en un viernes
Estoy en camino (¿dónde estás?)
Es solo Brooklyn en un viernes (ooh, ooh)
Escrita por: Nikki Flores / Royce Whittaker / Tim McEwan / Tyler Lyle