Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis
"Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis"
Hey Charley I'm pregnantand living on 9-th streetright above a dirty bookstoreoff cuclid avenueand I stopped taking dopeand I quit drinking whiskeyand my old man plays the tromboneand works out at the track.
And he says that he loves meeven though it's not his babyand he says that he'll raise him uplike he would his own sonand he gave me a ringthat was worn by his motherand he takes me out dancin'every saturday nite.
And hey Charley I think about youeverytime I pass a fillin' stationon account of all the greaseyou used to wear in your hairand I still have that recordof Little Anthony & The Imperialsbut someone stole my record playerhow do you like that?
Hey Charley I almost went crazyafter Mario got bustedso I went back to Omaha tolive with my folksbut everyone I used to knowwas either dead or in prisonso I came back in Minneapolisthis time I think I'm gonna stay.
Hey Charley I think I'm happyfor the first time since my accidentand I wish I had all the moneythat we used to spend on dopeI'd buy me a used car lotand I wouldn't sell any of emI'd just drive a different carevery day dependin on howI feel.
Hey Charleyfor chrissakesdo you want to knowthe truth of it?I don't have a husbandhe don't play the tromboneand I need to borrow moneyto pay this lawyerand Charley, heyI'll be eligible for parolecome Valentine's day.