It was a psychic quest
I guess you could say
I've been a sort of sideways dancer
A spiritual vagabond
But now I'm going back to where it began
Next stop Brooklyn
The sages all say you only learn
There was nothing to find
Only a tune, a word, a thought
The friendly face of home
Again, it's forming from within
Next stop Brooklyn
Yuppie hipsters are stealing our city
Turning good old fashioned urban living
The street dicers and kids playing ball
The poor Puerto Rican beauty
Into one long strip mall condominium
Next stop Brooklyn
They're not going to win
Next stop Brooklyn
We won't let them
Yes, friends, we will fight them
Next stop Brooklyn