Doesn’t matter where I roam,
Only one place I call home.
Keep your posh Manhattan pad,
Livin’ uptown would make me sad.
My heart belongs to Brooklyn, baby
There is no doubt, no why, no maybe.
Brooklyn is a bit of me,
The only part of NYC.
Doesn’t matter where I roam,
Only one place I call home.
Keep your posh Manhattan pad,
Livin’ uptown would make me sad.
My heart belongs to Brooklyn, baby
There is no doubt, no why, no maybe.
Brooklyn is a bit of me,
The only part of NYC.
