Oh, there I stood in the great big city
Where the buildings're tall and the girls're all pretty
Up stepped a man he said come here son
I got a big deal now if you got the mon'
I bought the Brooklyn Bridge
Two dollars, two cigarettes and an autograph picture of Elvis.
Well, I kept my bridge for a day or so
But then my money was a runnin' low
And I tried to make me a sale
But the man done come and he took me to jail.
Said I's crazy, laughed at
Told me that a society frowned upon them.
Well, then he stood me up in a front of a judge
I stood there a grinnin' but the judge didn't budge.
He said 30 dollars or 30 days
And I looked at him and all I could say
Was all that take 30 dollars, couldn't make that 35 could you
Spend all my money on that bridge.
Well, after 90 days in that man's jail
I still tryin' to make me a sale
Met some cat called Skid Row Pete
So I traded it off for 52nd Street.
Big deal, oh big man of action,
A big transaction.
I bet the folks back home could never realize
That in a great big town this size
Boy like theirs could own the street
Spend his days just to keepin' it neat.
Pickin' up cigarette bu*ts, wine bottles
Terrorizing the pedestrians, hoo them pigeons
I bet old Skid Row Pete ain't got no pigeons
On the Brooklyn Bridge...