Friday nights on the seventh floor

(FOURTH OF, JULY, BROOKLYN'S, ON FIRE)

Paper backs on the corner store

(FOURTH OF, JULY, BROOKLYN'S, ON FIRE)

Looking over the ledge, the sidewalk traffic starts to spread

Summer's begun across the bay

And no bit of silence remains


Oh, Brooklyn's on fire, and fills July hearts with desire

Sleep will not come, until the morn

Cause tonight your memory is born

La dee da, la dee da


And the band's not begun just yet

(FOURTH OF, JULY, BROOKLYN'S, ON FIRE)

Fifty names you're bound to forget

(FOURTH OF, JULY, BROOKLYN'S, ON FIRE)

Black and blue on the lakes

Wear badges from happier days

Late in the night, in '84

Walked in through the old out door


Oh, Brooklyn's on fire, and fills July hearts with desire

Sleep will not come, until the morn

Cause tonight your memory is born

La dee da, dee da, dee da


(FOURTH OF, JULY, BROOKLYN'S, ON FIRE)

(FOURTH OF, JULY, BROOKLYN'S, ON FIRE)


I'm caught in the way, of tears from much happier days

When we were young and unafraid, of stupid mistakes that we made


Oh, Brooklyn's on fire, and fills July hearts with desire

Sleep will not come, until the morn

Cause tonight your memory is born

Ladeeda, la dee da, dee da, dee da, dee da