I'll be wicked obvious Laying on my stomachache You'll be right about me I'll obsess over you to your face One hand in the sand One foot in the water A party of six Your surrogate daughter Your mouth is a jukebox My back is the beach We're sleeping and dancing A little of each I don't want to leave here, I want to move in I'd start with my secrets, but where have they been? Summer ended in early August This year, though you say The beach dirt still fills up your shoes The chlorine still inside your face And I'd say this, "if I wake up In Brooklyn, the day will last all week" And I'd say this, "if I wake up In Brooklyn, I can never be sad And if I am to wake up in Brooklyn I'd start with my secrets, but where have they been? Too dirty and wordy for your windowsill They'll fall to the backyard like old Bad Luck Bill And if I am to wake up in the South Bronx I'd start with my shoes but I can't find my socks I'd walk in bare feet downtown to Manhattan The day will last all year again The day will last all year again The day will last all year again The day will last all year again The day will last all year again The day, the day Will last, will last All year, all year Again, again The day, the day Will last, will last All year