Throw Back the Little Ones

Lost in the barrio, I walk like an injun

So Carlo won't suspect that something's wrong here

I dance in place and paint my face

And act like I belong hereThrow back the little ones

And pan fry the big ones

Use tact, poise and reason

And gently squeeze themHot licks and rhetoric don't count much for nothing

Be glad if you can use what you borrow

So I pawn my crown for a ride uptown

And buy it back tomorrowThrow back the little ones

And pan fry the big ones

Use tact, poise and reason

And gently squeeze themDone like a matador, I pray for the weekend

And hope the little girls still throw roses

Else I'll change my bait and move upstate

Before the season closesThrow back the little ones

And pan fry the big ones

Use tact, poise and reason

And gently squeeze them