Too Many Parties And Too Many Pals

Too many parties and too many pals

Will break your heart someday

Too many boyfriends and sociable sounds

Will drive your sweetheart away

Gentlemen of the jury, the judges speech began

The scene was a crowded courtroom

And the judge, a stern old man

This prisoner here before you

Is a social enemy

Our lady of the evenin' and you know the penalty

Her eyes reflect the night life

Her cheeks, they're red with pain

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 night life off the streets

And brought into our own homes

While girls be time with lipstick

And the shrieks of saxophones

We opened up the underworld to the ones we love so well

So, tell me gentleman

Is it right to send her to a sale?

If she drinks, well, 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, why, 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 frivolous sounds

Had too many parties and too many pals