Too Many Parties And Too Many Pals

[Chorus]

Too many parties and too many pals

Will break your heart someday

Too many boyfriends and sociable Sals

Will drive your sweetheart away

[Verse]

"Gentlemen of the jury," the judge's speech began

The scene was a crowded courtroom and the judge, a stern old man

"This prisoner here before you is a social enemy

A lady of the evening and you know the penalty

Her eyes reflect the nightlife. Her cheeks, they're red with paint

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 petting parties, cigarettes and gin

We took the nightlife off the streets and brought into our own homes

While girls beat time with lipstick and the shrieks of saxophones

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

So tell me, gentlemen, is it right to send her to a cell?

If she drinks, why, 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."

[Outro]

Those Broadway roses and frivolous Sals

At too many parties and too many pals