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

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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

CHORUS

Baby, Baby
You're an angel
You're such a sexy angel
I want to make
You my girl

CHORUS

copyright 1989 Dee Dee King



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