Daddy Don't Live In That New York City No More

Daddy, don't live in that New York City no more

He don't celebrate Sunday on a Saturday night no more

Daddy don't need no lock and key

For the piece he stowed out on Avenue D

Daddy don't live in that New York City no more

Daddy don't drive in that Eldorado no more

He don't travel on down to the neighborhood liquor store

Lucy still loves her coke and rum

But she sits alone 'cause her daddy can't come

Daddy don't drive in that Eldorado no more, no more

Driving like a fool out to Hackensack

Drinking his dinner from a paper sack

He says, "I gotta see a joker

And I'll be right back"

No, my daddy don't live in that New York City no more, no more

He can't get tight every night pass out on the barroom floor

No, daddy can't get no fine cigar

But we know you're smoking wherever you are

Daddy don't live in that New York City no more, no more

No, no, no, no no