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
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
 [bad word] 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
fan of Doo [bad word] 
Deadly with a switchblade
Boppin' down Park Slope
 [bad word] #39; 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
 [bad word] 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
Brooklyn Babe
For all the money
Rockefeller made

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