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...