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Carlos and Carmen Vidal just had a child |
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A lovely girl with a crooked smile |
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Now they gotta split 'cause the Bronx ain't fit |
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For a kid to grow up in |
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Let's find a place they say, somewhere far away |
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With no blacks, no Jews and no gays |
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There but for the grace of God go I |
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Poppy and the family left the dirty streets |
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To find a quiet place overseas |
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And year after year the kid has to hear |
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The do's, the don'ts and the dears |
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And when she's ten years old she digs that Rock 'n' Roll |
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But Poppy bans it from home |
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There but for the grace of God go I |
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Baby, she turns out to be a natural freak |
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Popping pills and smoking weed |
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And when she's sweet sixteen, she packs her things and leaves |
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With a man she met on the street |
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Carmen starts to bawl, bangs her head to the wall |
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Too much love is worse than none at all |
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There but for the grace of God go I |
