Throw Back The Little Ones

Lost in the Barrio
 I walk like an Injun
 So Carlo won't suspect
 Something's wrong here
 I dance in place
 And paint my face
 And act like I belong here
 Throw back the little ones
 And pan-fry the big ones
 Use tact, poise and reason
 And gently squeeze them
 Hot licks and rhetoric
 Don't count much for nothing
 Be glad if you can use what you borrow
 So I pawn my crown
 For a ride uptown
 And buy it back tomorrow
 Throw back the little ones
 And pan-fry the big ones
 Use tact, poise and reason
 And gently squeeze them
 Done like a matador
 I pray for the weekend
 And hope the little girls
 Still throw roses
 Else I'll change my bait
 And move upstate
 Before the season closes
 Throw back the little ones
 And pan-fry the big ones
 Use tact, poise and reason
 And gently squeeze them