Queens Kids

The fire hydrant's on and we're outside
We all had to be home before the streetlights
We lined up in the cold for a lemon ice
My best friend Frankie got into another fight

We coulda had our kids grow up New York City
They woulda been real tough like their daddyo
They coulda had blonde hair like their momma
They woulda had some freckles on their little nose

There's a Met game on and the weather's nice
We raked up all the leaves for a dollar slice
I hit the brake too hard flipped over my bike
And guess what
My best friend Frankie got into another fight

We coulda had our kids grow up New York City (hey)
They woulda been real tough like their daddyo (hey)
They coulda had blonde hair like their momma (hey)
They woulda had some freckles on their little nose (yeah)

They coulda had blonde hair like their momma
They woulda had some freckles on their little nose



Credits
Writer(s): David Polanco
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