Testo Too Many Parties, Too Many Pals

(Too many parties and too many pals may break your heart someday Too many boyfriends and sociable gals may drive your sweetheart away) 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 are 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 pettin' parties cigarettes gin We took the night life off the streets and brought it in our own homes While girls beguiled with lipstick danced to 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 well you taught her and if she smokes you showed her how So gentlemen do you think it's right to condemn her now And when you're in that jury room just remember there and then That for every fallen woman 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 (Too many parties and too many pals)