Arrested

Calls him daddy, calls him man

Another girl that they call Britney

Johnny sits and mans the phones

From the corner, he'll come get you

She wakes in the cold gray dawn

Football games they make me yawn

Cellophane and stomach aches

Pillow talk and perfume breaks

A married man with an estate

A hairdresser that swears he's straight

Her alimony is once a month

She beats the kid, he plays the drums

And oh, oh, oh, life goes by

With your Mardi Gras high

And your tenderloin low

Second hand blues and money to blow

When you get tired and arrested

There's something you should know

At least he's going home

The undercover makes the bust

But not before he gets a touch

Good ones copy, great ones steal

The rest of us we almost feel

And oh, oh, oh, life goes by

With your Mardi Gras high

And your tenderloin low

Second hand blues and money to blow

When you get tired and arrested

There's somewhere you can go

Between the blue and gold

He's gonna get a pension

Eleven years go to

The world's oldest profession

Ain't never gonna fold

With fortunes being told

With your Mardi Gras high

And your tenderloin low

Second hand blues and money to blow

When you get tired and arrested

There's something you should know

You're always in my soul