Arrested Lyrics - Jesse Malin

Calls him daddy, calls him man 

Another girl that they call Britney 

Johnny sits and mans the phones 

From the corner, he'll come get you 

She wakes in the cold gray dawn 

Football games they make me yawn 

Cellophane and stomach aches 

Pillow talk and perfume breaks 

A married man with an estate 

A hairdresser that swears he's straight 

Her alimony is once a month 

She beats the kid, he plays the drums 

And oh, oh, oh, life goes by 

With your Mardi Gras high 

And your tenderloin low 

Second hand blues and money to blow 

When you get tired and arrested 

There's something you should know 

At least he's going home 

The undercover makes the bust 

But not before he gets a touch 

Good ones copy, great ones steal 

The rest of us we almost feel 

And oh, oh, oh, life goes by 

With your Mardi Gras high 

And your tenderloin low 

Second hand blues and money to blow 

When you get tired and arrested 

There's somewhere you can go 

Between the blue and gold 

He's gonna get a pension 

Eleven years go to 

The world's oldest profession 

Ain't never gonna fold 

With fortunes being told 

With your Mardi Gras high 

And your tenderloin low 

Second hand blues and money to blow 

When you get tired and arrested 

There's something you should know 

You're always in my soul