She came from Ohio she had a thirst for knowledge
I ironically took classes at Saint Francis College
That’s where I caught her eye
She told me that her Dad was loaded
I said in that case I’ll have a Blue Bottle pour-over, she said fine
And in thirty seconds time she said, I want to live like Brooklyn people
I want to do whatever Brooklyn people do, I want to sleep with Brooklyn people
I want to sleep with Brooklyn people like you
Well what else could I do - before dinner at Fatty ‘Cue

I took her to the Atlantic Target
I don’t know why but I had to start it somewhere, so it started there
I said pretend Bushwick is starting to cost too much money, she just laughed and said oh you’re so funny
I said yeah? Well I can’t see anyone else smiling in here
Are you sure you want to live like Brooklyn people
You want to see whatever Brooklyn people see
You want to sleep with Brooklyn people
You want to sleep with Brooklyn people like me
But she didn’t understand, she just flyered for my band

Jar some pickles, $20 a pop, bun your hair and avoid real jobs
Smoke Parliaments out back of Union Pool, pretend you went to art school
But still it’ll never feel quite right
‘cos when you’re laid in bed at night
Watching rats chew through the walls
If you call your Dad he’ll laugh at it all

You’ll never live like Brooklyn people
You’ll never do what Brooklyn people do
You’ll never bike like Brooklyn people
You’ll never see your life as part of the privileged few, and dance and drink and screw
Because Smorgasburg has too long a queue

Sing along with the Brooklyn people, sing along and it might just get you thru
Laugh along with the Brooklyn people
Laugh along even though they’re laughing at you and the stupid things that you do
Because you still think Lana’s cool
I want to live with Brooklyn people, I want to live with Brooklyn people [etc..]