Staten Island Baby - Black 47, David Johansen

Your old man, he’s in Homicide — NYPD

He looks at me suspiciously

Your momma she’s a psychiatric nurse in the city

Works in Bellevue and I look kinda familiar?

Still everything would have been all right

If I could have had you home by midnight

But it’s five in the mornin'

We slept through the alarm and

I could think of places I would rather be

Than sayin' «hi ya doin'» to your Old Man at 5:43

Then you take me in your arms and you drive me crazy

And I’d walk through walls for my Staten Island Baby

Didn’t your Momma warn you 'bout rock musicians

They’re not bad in bed but they’re hopeless in the kitchen

Didn’t your Daddy tell 'bout the facts of life

What feels so good may not be so nice

And everything would have been okay

If you hadn’t kissed me in that special way

But it’s five in the mornin'

My heart’s contortin'

And I could think of places I’d rather be

Than havin' a chat with your pistol packin' Daddy

Then you take me in your arms and you drive me crazy

And I’d give it all up for my Staten Island Baby

Would you think of marryin' a rock musician

You know what I’m good at and I’d get better in the kitchen

I could take the test for the NYPD

Have your family over for Thanksgiving on Avenue B

And everything would just be so fine

We could stay in bed all of the time

Way past five in the mornin'

To hell with alarms and

I know the worst thing I could see

Your Old Man in his pajamas and he’s pointin' his piece at me

Then you take me in your arms and you drive me crazy

And I’d join the NYPD

For my Staten Island Baby