He was sitting in the lounge of the Empire Hotel
He was drinking for diversion
He was thinking for himself

A little money riding on the Maple Leafs
Along comes a lady in lacy sleeves
She says...

"Let me sit down
You know, drinkin' alone's a shame
It's a shame, it's a crying shame

Look at those jokers
Glued to that damn hockey game
Hey honey-you've got lots of cash

Bring us round a bottle
And we'll have some laughs
Gin's what I'm drinking

I was raised on robbery

I'm a pretty good cook

I'm sitting on my groceries
Come up to my kitchen
I'll show you my best recipe

I try and I try but I can't save a cent
I'm up after midnight, cooking
Trying to make my rent

I'm rough but I'm pleasin'
I was raised on robbery


We had a little money once
They were pushing through a four Iane highway
Government gave us three thousand dollars

You should have seen it fly away
First he bought a '57 Biscayne
He put it in the ditch

He drunk up all the rest
That son of a (*##$
His blood's bad whiskey

I was raised on robbery

You know you ain't bad looking

I like the way you hold your drinks
Come home with me honey
I ain't asking for no full length mink

Hey, where you going...
Don't go yet...
Your glass ain't empty and we just met

You're mean when your loaded-
I was raised on robbery"