He was sitting in the lounge of the Empire Hotel He was drinking for diversion He was thinking for himself A little money riding on the Maple Leafs Along comes a lady in lacy sleeves She says... "Let me sit down here Drinking alone's a shame It's a shame, it's a crying 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 drinking I was raised on robbery
I'm a pretty good cook I'm sitting 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 cooking Trying to make my rent I'm rouch but I'm pleasin' I was raised on robbery
We had a little money once They were pushing through a four lane highway Government gave us three thousand dollars You should have seen it fly away First he bought a '57 Biscayne He put it in the ditch He drunk up all the rest That son of a bitch His blood's bad whiskey I was raised on robbery
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 got yet... Your glass ain't empty and we just met You're mean when you're loaded - I was raised on robbery"
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