Raised on Robbery

He was sittin' in the lounge of the Empire Hotel

He was drinkin' for diversion

He was thinkin' for himself

Little money riding on the maple leafs

Along comes a lady in lacy sleeves

She says

Let me sit down

You know, drinkin' alone's a shame

It's a shame, it's a cryin' 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 drinkin'

I was raised on robbery

I'm a pretty good cook

Sittin' 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, cookin'

Tryin' to make my rent

I'm rough but I'm pleasin'

I was raised on robbery

We had a little money once

They were pushin' through a four lane highway

Government gave us three thousand dollars

You should have seen it fly away

First he bought a fifty seven Biscayne

He put it in the ditch

He drunk up all the rest

That son of a *****

His blood's bad whiskey

I was raised on robbery

You know you ain't bad lookin'

I like the way you hold your drinks

Come home with me honey

I ain't askin' for no full length mink

Hey, where you goin'?

Don't go yet

Your glass ain't empty and we just met

You're mean when your loaded

I was raised on robbery