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, you know 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 rough 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
And 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 go 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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