Too Many Parties And Too Many Pals

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 and 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 juryroom
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.)…