Bombed Again in Brooklyn
Music & Lyrics written by Chris Murphy
Whack-fol-doh, a diddle-ay-doh a, diddle-ay-diddle-ay-doo
I'm Bombed Again in Brooklyn and I don't know what to do
I'm Bombed Again in Brooklyn, but I'm comin' home to you
It started off in Greenpoint where I went to meet a friend
I swore I'd only have a beer, but there it didn't end
A couple a whiskey's later I was stumblin' out the door
And hoppin' on the G Train into Brooklyn to explore
I was feelin' rather tipsy, but I felt like drinkin' more
I found myself in Billysburg in a sea of skinny jeans
They were drinkin' Pabst Blue Ribbon; Instagramin' everything
I slammed a couple a tall boys and started gettin' weird
I left an upper decker and I puked in somebody's beard
Chorus
I'm Bombed Again in Brooklyn in a place I don't belong
Half-naked dancin' in the streets and singin' an Irish song
I had a couple a whiskeys and a few too many brews
I'm Bombed Again in Brooklyn and I don't know what to do
I'm Bombed Again in Brooklyn, but I'm comin' home to you
I stumbled into Bedstuy; was I a sight to see
As white as wonder bread, no I look nothing like Spike Lee
But I danced a drunken jig there in the middle of Fulton Street
Yeah I got soul, they told me so while sippin' Hennessy
My rhythm and flow is the best you know there's no one fresh as me
Then I grabbed a taxi cab and told the man to drive
I was feeling rather hungry so he took me to Crown Heights
For the best Caribbean Chicken; a rum & coke with lime
Then I was slammin' Manishewitz and screamin' out 'L'Chaim!!'
(Chorus)
Singin' a Whack-fol-doh, a diddle-ay-doh, a diddle-ay-diddle-ay-doo
Whack-fol-doh, a diddle-ay-doh a, diddle-ay-diddle-ay-doo
Whack-fol-doh, a diddle-ay-doh a, diddle-ay-diddle-ay-doo
I'm Bombed Again in Brooklyn and I don't know what to do
I'm Bombed Again in Brooklyn, but I'm comin' home to you
I needed a bit of water so I went to Brighton Beach
But a gallon of Russian Vodka was waiting there for me
They shouted out 'Nostrovia!'; then they filled my glass
The game was drink until you drop and man I drank it fast
Clean and clear you know me dear I nearly lost my ass
Now I'm down in Coney Island; drunk and all alone
And look, I see a mermaid a-risin' up out the foam
She's sailin' with Captain Morgan and they've come to take me home
So ripped I'll take a trip on their ship wherever the ship may go
(Chorus)
Singin' a Whack-fol-doh, a diddle-ay-doh, a diddle-ay-diddle-ay-doo
Whack-fol-doh, a diddle-ay-doh a, diddle-ay-diddle-ay-doo
Whack-fol-doh, a diddle-ay-doh a, diddle-ay-diddle-ay-doo
I'm Bombed Again in Brooklyn and I don't know what to do
I'm Bombed Again in Brooklyn, but I'm comin' home to you
© 2013 Chris Murphy