He was sitting in the lounge of the Empire Hotel
He was thinking for himself
He was drinking for diversion
Along comes a lady in lacy sleeves
A little money riding on the Maple Leafs
She says.
"Let me sit down
You know, drinkin' alone's a shame
It's a shame, it's a crying shame
Glued to that damn hockey game
Look at those jokers
Bring us round a bottle
Hey honeyAnd we'll have some laughs
Gin's what I'm drinking
I was raised on robbery I'm a pretty good cook
Come up to my kitchen
I'm sitting on my groceries
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 Iane highway
Government gave us three thousand dollars
You should have seen it fly away
He put it in the ditch
He drunk up all the rest
First he bought a '57 Biscayne
That son of a bitch
I was raised on robbery
His blood's bad whiskey
You know you ain't bad looking I like the way you hold your drinks
Come home with me honey
I ain't asking for no full length mink
Hey, where you going.
Don't go yet.
Your glass ain't empty and we just met
You're mean when your loadedI was raised on robbery.
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