Beneath the trees of Prospect Park
Whenever it got very dark
A band of men would romp and lark
In the town of Brooklyn
Nonny-o
Johnny-o
Bugsy, Blue Jo, Filber, Pott
Your names will never be forgot
In the town of Brooklyn
The little village grew and grew
Until there came that hardy crew
The people then got very few
In the town of Brooklyn
Nonny-o
Johnny-o
Blue Jo, Bugsy, Pretty Levine
Your memory is evergreen
In the town of Brooklyn
They threw a friend from out of a boat
And sad to say he did not float
He wore a concrete overcoat
In the town of Brooklyn
Nonny-o
Johnny-o
Lucky, Lofty, Dandy, Jack
If only we could bring you back
To the town of Brooklyn
On Coney Island's golden strand
They cover each other up with sand
And thus they've lost half of their band
In the town of Brooklyn
Nonny-o
Johnny-o
Lucky, Lefty, Dirty Lou
Come back up Pitkin Avenue
In the town of Brooklyn
They loved to browse mid flower and fern
The joys of nature sweetly learn
And two would go, and one return
To the town of Brooklyn
Nonny-o
Johnny-o
Taffy, Shifty, tell us when
Your merry men return again
To the town of Brooklyn
At last the band became so small
That only one survived at all
He's fixing games of Basketball
In the town of Brooklyn
Nonny-o
Johnny-o
Chippy, Happy, many more
We miss you at the Candy Store
In the town of Brooklyn