Lyrics:
Island ferry,
Alphabet City,
Breakfast at Tiffany's,
Central Park,
Brooklyn Bridge,
The Empire State where King Kong lives,
Coney Island
create a G.O.A.T
Bust AP on the planes, I'm gon' play the Rollie
On the same shit, like literally, I just ate some Coney
I can't trust nobody,
Meet me down by the whale watch
Meet me down by the sea
Meet me down in Coney Island
We'll go out on the sea
So don't ask me no questions
'Cause I
I heard they got used bicycle parts down in Coney Island
There's a Russian there who makes them out on Surf Avenue
I chose my seat and my wheels,
department
And it's bigger than our problems
And I our inability to solve them
From Coney Island to Harlem
To the end of the world and back again
the East coast
Coming for Coney Island
And all the freak-show ghosts
There's nothing to it, she says
Puts her hands against the midnight sky
The summer
You're a prize, You're a night at Coney,
You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're a prize, You're a night at Coney,
You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
Last night in the middle of a dream
I started thinkin' 'bout Russian Hill
And Ferlinghetti with his Coney Island mind
And you and me with some
You're a prize, You're a night at Coney,
You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
The crowd, beggin for more, splash em with metaphors
Leave em wet like Coney Park when I display the art
I choke notes, batter bass, murder treble
Injure
all belongs to them
but for this moment for this moment it belongs to us
Wake up baby open your eyes look where we are today
Coney Island looks to me
The rain garden in the parking lot
behind the Coney Island
Silent cars astray, pregnant with lonely riders
scrolling the hours
I was a witness
Coney Island high
and they'll say adios amigos
and wave bye bye.
Oh baby baby I'm gonna want you by my side.
Chorus
The clock above the bar says half
of June in Coney Island
When I was hiding a bottle of beer in the sand
It was too late for the ride(?) and it was too late for the Cyclone
Then I didn't
You're a prize, You're a night at Coney,
You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're a prize, You're a night at Coney,
You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're a prize, You're a night at Coney,
You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
run out on the statute of limitations
Armed robberies, I'll snatch it, no hesitation
I'm a Coney Island legend, the statue's in front of Nathan's
broke, it's old
I hate California, it's crowded and damp
That's why the lady is a tramp (I am a tramp)
Sometimes I go to Coney Island, oh the beach is
Is that kind that makes you feet
Titter tat and that's how you go
From red hook down to coney
She's your one and only
Take the local, baby, nice
it's Christmas Time
Santa takes the B.Q.E. through Kings County Brooklyn
Santa rides his sleigh
Bed Stuy - Far Rockaway
Willamsburg - Coney Island
Wetlands, CB's
To Coney Island and trains with graffiti
The Ritz, L'Amour: they all closed their doors
And the music we lived for died out some more
gonna walk my way
Back to Coney Island just to catch a couple props today
I nominate myself as the governor
Faced in front of the judge, like I wasn't
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