Flatbush boy
Cruising Sheepshead Bay
His boardwalk mama
Just a sniff away

Underground DMT
Riding thunder train
The Coney Island white fish boy
Is on the run again

Oh running with the pack
Oh and never looking back
Oh knows just where he's been
That Coney Island white fish boy's
Been there and back again

Sixteen years
With his boardwalk queen
And at steeplechase
She used to wet his dreams

She combs her hair that flaming jewel
Streaked with Clorox bleach
Coney getting down and dirty
Snorting up the beach

And she'd be screaming
Coney
And she'd be dreaming
Coney
Go get em Coney

Coney
Bone To bone screaming
Coney
She be screaming Coney

In town
Get back
Get down
Get back
Get down
Get back
Get down

Coney
She'd be screaming
Coney
Best believe it
Coney