music and lyrics by Paul Megna
Heard you been talking shit my friend well you can talk talk all you want
If she gets fuckin' hit again it's the asphalt you will haunt
'Cause I have known a lot of girls in that swimming pool called romance
Where simple oysters crush the pearls with a steel toe's swift advance
Washington, Washington
God I miss the Brooklyn Bridge
Get me out of Washington
And take me to where she lives
Heard you been sleeping in Michele well you can sleep sleep for ever more
And dream your life is not that hell where you juggle love and war
It's very easy to prentend in the saw fields of your mind
That some bored angel will descend in an effort to be kind
Washington, Washington
God I miss the Brooklyn Bridge
Get me out of Washington
And take me to where she lives
Heard you been making plans to leave well you can make make make believe
That every thing is gonna change but everything it stays the same
GET ME OUT (I'll be there), GET ME OUT (I'll be there)
Washington, Washington
God I miss the Brooklyn Bridge
Get me out of Washington
And take me to where she lives
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PM - acoustic guitar, lonely piano, vocal
Don Piper - b. vocal, drums, lap steel
Ray Sapirstein - horn
Len Small - bass
