South 2nd - CocoRosie

Somebody’s baby boy ain’t coming home tonight

Somebody’s baby boy ain’t coming home tonight

Somebody’s baby boy ain’t coming home tonight

We don’t need no baseball bats

We don’t need no silver ghats

But we’re gonna fight tonight

Put up your dukes and fight

Big brother’s just standing on the side

Watching you flex your pride

But you know if they all jump in

Big brother’s got your skin

The ice cream truck it sings no more

All the kids from school are keeping score

You swing and you duck and you hit the floor

But you gotta get up at least once more

Mama comes screaming down the stairs

Everybody looks but nobody scares

Mama can’t believe that nobody care

It’s her baby boy how do they dare

Mama says bitch come over here

If you’re so tough you’ll have no fear

But why’s you bring your friends

And the whole damn school

To watch my baby boy go down like a fool

But brother says mama they’re the same damn size

Got to let him grow up and get street wise

But mama says baby go get that bat

And come back down and beat some ass

Somebody’s baby boy ain’t coming home tonight

Somebody’s baby boy ain’t coming home tonight

Somebody’s baby boy ain’t coming home tonight

One wrong move and it’ll be too late

Mama won’t be making no birthday cake

It all went down one afternoon

In Brooklyn