Hey, Daddy I've been after you all night Didn't mean it, Daddy Didn't mean to fight I'm sorry, baby, I messed up It's okay I believe you Talk is cheap, Queenie This gold necklace is to show you that I mean what I say It's beautiful! But we can't afford it! Queenie, you don't have to worry You must be crazy, I swear Queenie, our troubles are over Look over there Look over where? What a lucky break! That little piece of angel cake could make us rich All I want is you As long as we're together, who needs to be rich? That's what I mean, Queenie Just you and me A couple of months She could make us enough money So that we could get out of the life for good Play along, that's all I'm asking Trust me, Queenie I'm doing this for us There isn't a spot Just got off the Greyhound No money, no people, no nothing Isn't that a shame? She doesn't even have a place to stay Isn't that a shame? Only choice she's got Is sleeping in the playground Or maybe a bench in the subway Whatever you say, Daddy Whatever you say Thank you, baby Mary, you go on with Queenie now She's gonna set you up real nice ♪ Don't be expecting no deluxe accommodations Queenie, I've been sleeping in a Greyhound bus seat for four days running Anything with a bed is gonna seem like heaven to me! This town ain't for you Trouble is all you'll find Not half as bad as the trouble I left behind Here in New York It's a very short walk Before you're over the hill I'd be willing to betcha If the perverts don't getcha The pimps, they sure 'nough will Like Fleetwood? Well Aren't we street-smart But listen here, sweetheart And get this straight if you can Fleet ain't my pimp Fleet is my man Oh Here's a little free advice Go home New York isn't very nice Go home This town ain't no place to hide Greyhound took you for a ride Go on, get your pride Go home There's nothing for me anymore back home Another day, another war back home Where Mother's always sipping gin And men are always dropping in That's how it's been Back home Last week my brother's best friend Mike Go home Decided I was what he'd like Go home And Mike, he really packs a punch So he had me for lunch It's not the Brady Bunch Back home I'm gonna tell you one more time Go home Go home Go home