Lyric 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
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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 nothing
Be glad if you can use what you borrow
So I pawn my crown
For a 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 ll change my bait
And move upstate
Before the season closes

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