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 for nothing;

Be glad if you can use what you borrow.

So I pawn my crown for ride uptown

And buy it back tomorrow.



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Done like a matador I pray for the weekend

And hope the little girls still throw roses.

Else I change my bait and move upstate

Before the season closes.



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