He was sitting in the lounge of the Empire Hotel
He was drinking for diversion
He was thinking for himself
A little money riding on the Maple Leafs
Along comes a lady in lacy sleeves
She says . . .
"Let me sit down here
Drinking alone's a shame
It's a shame, it's a crying shame . . .
Look at those jokers
Glued to that damn hockey game . . .
Hey honey - you've got lots of cash
Bring us round a bottle
And we'll have some laughs . . .
Gin's what I'm drinking
I was raised on robbery
I'm a pretty good cook
I'm sitting on my groceries
Come up to my kitchen
I'll show you my best recipe
I try and I try but I can't save a cent
I'm up after midnight, cooking
Trying to make my rent
I'm rough but I'm pleasin'
I was raised on robbery
We had a little money once
They were pushing through a four-lane highway
Government gave us three thousand dollars
You should have seen it fly away
First he bout a '57 Biscayne
He put it in the ditch
He drunk up all the rest
That
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