Sin Pan Alley Songtext

Held a dance, and we all laid you
Down the carpet beneath
Christ, you got 3 kids, but you don't look it
Well, the oldest boy said she was beauty
She put her hands on me, and the sky was green

Across the bar, the convict swore, waving his crutches
In defense of our words, you turn
and called our wives soft-spoken
While down the hall, at the cheerleader convention