Throw Back the Little Ones

Lost in the barrio I walk like an injun

So carlo wont suspect somethings

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

Dont count much for nothing

Be glad if you can use what you borrow

So I pawn my crown

For a ride uptown

And buy it back tomorrow

Throw back the little ones

And pan-fry the big ones

Use tact, poise and reason

And gently squeeze them

Done like a matador I pray for the

weekend

And hope the little girls still throw

roses

Else Ill change my bait

And move upstate

Before the season closes

Throw back the little ones

And pan-fry the big ones

Use tact, poise and reason

And gently squeeze them