Too Many Parties and Too Many Pals Songtext
von Luke the Drifter

Too many parties, and too many pals
Will break your heart someday
Too many boyfriends, and sociable sals
Will drive your sweetheart away

Gentlemen of the jury, the judge′s speech began
The scene was a crowded courtroom
And the judge a sterned old man
This prisoner here before you is a social enemy
A lady of the evening and you know the penalty
Her eyes reflect the nightlife
Her cheeks, they're red with paint
But I knew her mother gentlemen
Why, her mother was a saint


Now, I know that she′s not like her
And yet she might have been
If it hadn't been for pettin' parties
Cigarettes and gin
We took the nightlife off the streets
And brought into our own homes
While girls beat time with lipstick
And the streaks of saxophones
We opened up the underworld
To the ones we loved so well

So tell me gentlemen
Is it right to send her to a cell?
If she drinks while you taught her
And if she smokes, you showed her how
So gentlemen, do you think it′s right to go and condemn her now?
And when you′re in that jury room
Just remember there and then
That for every fallen woman
Well, there's a hundred fallen men

And before you render a verdict
On what this girl has done
Just remember, there′s a man to blame
And that man might be your son
Now gentlemen, that's my story, my testimony stands
This girl is my own daughter, and the case is in your hands

Those Broadway roses and prevalent sounds
At too many parties and too many pals