On the Streets Where I Live

You won't see me in the daytime
But a little after eight
I'm always right out on the job
Come and see me—I'm no snob.

Some girls yearn for matrimony
Life's too short for that boloney
We'll forego the shoes and rice
Leave the spinach, take the spice.

My boy-friend's a real go-getter
Used to ride a blue Lambretta
Now he's bought a Pontiac
Much more roomy in the back.

If she isn't mighty smart
A girl can end in Arohata
If you want to stay around
Keep your feet upon the ground.

When a girl's in this profession
She must keep her self-possession
Specially when.she comes to grips
With the fellers off the ships.

When my boy-friend has a flagon
You can bet he's on a jag
And that ain't beer that's in the jug
It's a habit-forming drug.

Narrow-minded folk deplore us
And although we claim they bore us
We can jeer but what's the use?
Virtue is its own excuse.