Staten Island Baby

Let's go

Come on, here we go

Oh baby

Your old man, he's a homicide NYPD

Looks at me suspiciously

Your mama, she's a psychiatric nurse in the city

Works in Bellevue and I look kind of familiar

Still everything would have been alright

If I could have had you home by midnight

But it's five in the morning, we slept through the alarm

And I can think of places I'd rather be

Than sitting out here to ensure a man at 5:43

Then you take me in your arms and you drive me crazy

And I'd walk through walls for my Staten Island baby

Didn't your mama warn you about rock musicians?

They're not bad in bed, but they're hopeless in the kitchen

Didn't your daddy tell you about the facts of life?

What feels so good may not be so nice

And everything, it would have been okay

If you hadn't kissed me in that special way

But it's five in the morning, my heart's contorting

And I could think of places that I'd rather be

Than having a chat with your

Your pistol-packing daddy

And then you take me in your arms and you drive me crazy

And I'd give it all up for my Staten Island baby

Come on boys, let's take it out to Staten Island

Come on, here we go

Would you think of marrying a rock musician?

You know what I'm good at, and I'd get better in the kitchen

I could take the test for the NYPD

Have your family over for Thanksgiving on Avenue B

And everything would be just so fine

We could stay in bed all of the time

Way past five in the morning, two hopping alarms

And I'm thinking the worst thing I could possibly see

Your old man in his pajamas, and guess what?

He's pointing his keys at me

And then you take me in your arms and you drive me crazy

And I'd join the NYPD for my Staten Island baby

The homicide squad, the vice squad

Baby, you could put me on the beat

Patrolling South Beach, I don't care, baby