v.1
There I stood in that great big city
With the buildin's tall and the girls real pretty
Up stepped a man, said "C'mere son"
"I gotcha good deal if you just got the mon"
An I bought it, got myself the brooklyn bridge
For four dollars, two cigarettes
An a autographed picture of Herb Alpert an the Tijuana Brass
v.2
Well I kept that bridge for a day or so
Then my money got to kinda runnin' low
So I tried to make me a sale
But the man come an carried me off to jail
Said I was crazy, laughed at me down there
Said society frowned on sellin' bridges without a license
v.3
Well then he stood me up in front of the judge
I stood there grinnin' but the judge wouldn't budge
He said "thirty dollars or thirty days?"
I just looked at him an all I could say was
"Judge, I believe I'll take that thirty dollars"
"Couldn't make it thirty-five, could you?"
"I done blowed all my money on that durned ol' bridge!"
v.4
Well after about ninety days in that jail
I'm still tryin to make me a sale
I met some cat called Skid-row Pete
Traded my bridge off for forty-second street
Oh, it was a big deal, I'm a big man of action
It was a big transaction
v.5
I bet the folks back home could never realize
That here in a great big town this size
A boy like theirs could own his own street
Heck I spend my days just keepin' it neat
Pickin' up cigarette butts, wine bottles
Terrorizin' the pedestrians, shooin' pigeons
I bet Skid-Row Pete ain't got no problems on his bridge