The Life: Hey, Daddy - Go Home

Hey, Daddy
 I've been after you all night
 Didn't mean it, Daddy
 Didn't mean to fight
 I'm sorry, baby, I messed up
 It's okay
 I believe you
 Talk is cheap, Queenie
 This gold necklace is to show you that I mean what I say
 It's beautiful!
 But we can't afford it!
 Queenie, you don't have to worry
 You must be crazy, I swear
 Queenie, our troubles are over
 Look over there
 Look over where?
 What a lucky break!
 That little piece of angel cake could make us rich
 All I want is you
 As long as we're together, who needs to be rich?
 That's what I mean, Queenie
 Just you and me
 A couple of months
 She could make us enough money
 So that we could get out of the life for good
 Play along, that's all I'm asking
 Trust me, Queenie
 I'm doing this for us
 There isn't a spot
 Just got off the Greyhound
 No money, no people, no nothing
 Isn't that a shame?
 She doesn't even have a place to stay
 Isn't that a shame?
 Only choice she's got
 Is sleeping in the playground
 Or maybe a bench in the subway
 Whatever you say, Daddy
 Whatever you say
 Thank you, baby
 Mary, you go on with Queenie now
 She's gonna set you up real nice
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 Don't be expecting no deluxe accommodations
 Queenie, I've been sleeping in a Greyhound bus seat for four days running
 Anything with a bed is gonna seem like heaven to me!
 This town ain't for you
 Trouble is all you'll find
 Not half as bad as the trouble I left behind
 Here in New York
 It's a very short walk
 Before you're over the hill
 I'd be willing to betcha
 If the perverts don't getcha
 The pimps, they sure 'nough will
 Like Fleetwood?
 Well
 Aren't we street-smart
 But listen here, sweetheart
 And get this straight if you can
 Fleet ain't my pimp
 Fleet is my man
 Oh
 Here's a little free advice
 Go home
 New York isn't very nice
 Go home
 This town ain't no place to hide
 Greyhound took you for a ride
 Go on, get your pride
 Go home
 There's nothing for me anymore back home
 Another day, another war back home
 Where Mother's always sipping gin
 And men are always dropping in
 That's how it's been
 Back home
 Last week my brother's best friend Mike
 Go home
 Decided I was what he'd like
 Go home
 And Mike, he really packs a punch
 So he had me for lunch
 It's not the Brady Bunch
 Back home
 
 I'm gonna tell you one more time
 Go home
 Go home
 Go home