Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Go, go, go
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Go, go, go

I'm sick, sick of my house
Let's go, let's get out now
Take a look around, Brooklyn's changed
Who are these stains
Buy another round still feels good to be home, hey

But lucky me
We like the heat
Life is slow, pick up the beat

Drums catch fire, can we go a little higher?
Tell me is it time to run
Go, go, go

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Go, go, go
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Go, go, go

Go, go, go
We sing like we mean it
Just loud, without the sheen, yeah
Took a look around, this old town feeling bitter sweet
Buy another round, there's some new lines down on Grand street

My friends we sing the same song
And it's not for every one

On my handle bars
Watch out for bumps up in the road
You closed your eyes, told me speed up
Come on, lets go, go, go

Oh, oh, oh, oh
And we go, go, go
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Go, go, go