Song Description
growing up in Brooklyn NY
| Song Length |
3:02 |
Genre |
Rock - General, Rock - Roots/Rock n' Roll |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Sociable, Joyful |
Subject |
Life, Park |
| Similar Artists |
Bruce Springsteen |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1980 - 1989 |
| |
Lyrics
I remember when we where just young punks
our mothers thought we were angels little did they know
hanging out on the corner looking for trouble around every turn
sometimes we'd find it sometimes we'd get burned
Summertime in brooklyn out on our own
mag-wheel hero's cruise the strip
schreacthing tires for the girls
who's gonna get lucky tonight and lift them off of there heels
dead-end streets you could always find us
getting high out beyound the lights
week-ends where long and the summer was hot priming for saturdaynight
summertime in brooklyn out on our own
black-top was so hot you could almost fry an egg
running with our barefeet trying to find some shade
lets go down to the point dig our feet in for some clams
see if the snappers are biting and whatch the girls work on thier tans
PS277 secret meetings in the back of the park
Young,Dylan,and Taylor.we sang those songs all night long
cops would bust it and we'd all run laughing try and get our girls home before dawn
if their daddys caught us at the back door we'd wish we were never born
Summertime in Brooklyn out on our own