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 here

Throw back the little ones

And pan fry the big ones

Use tact, poise, and reason

And gently squeeze them

Hot 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 tomorrow

Throw back the little ones

And pan fry the big ones

Use tact, poise, and reason

And gently squeeze them

Done 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 closes

Throw back the little ones

And pan fry the big ones

Use tact, poise, and reason

And gently squeeze them