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He was sittin' in the lounge of the Empire Hotel |
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He was drinkin' for diversion |
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He was thinkin' for himself |
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Little money riding on the maple leafs |
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Along comes a lady in lacy sleeves |
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She says |
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Let me sit down |
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You know, drinkin' alone's a shame |
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It's a shame, it's a cryin' shame |
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Look at those jokers |
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Glued to that damn hockey game |
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Hey honey, you've got lots of cash |
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Bring us round a bottle |
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And we'll have some laughs |
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Gin's what I'm drinkin' |
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I was raised on robbery |
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I'm a pretty good cook |
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Sittin' on my groceries |
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Come up to my kitchen |
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I'll show you my best recipe |
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I try and I try but I can't save a cent |
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I'm up after midnight, cookin' |
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Tryin' to make my rent |
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I'm rough but I'm pleasin' |
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I was raised on robbery |
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We had a little money once |
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They were pushin' through a four lane highway |
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Government gave us three thousand dollars |
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You should have seen it fly away |
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First he bought a fifty seven Biscayne |
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He put it in the ditch |
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He drunk up all the rest |
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That son of a bitch |
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His blood's bad whiskey |
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I was raised on robbery |
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You know you ain't bad lookin' |
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I like the way you hold your drinks |
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Come home with me honey |
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I ain't askin' for no full length mink |
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Hey, where you goin'? |
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Don't go yet |
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Your glass ain't empty and we just met |
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You're mean when your loaded |
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I was raised on robbery |
