Staten Island Baby

Your old man, he's in Homicide - NYPD
 He looks at me suspiciously
 Your momma she's a psychiatric nurse in the city
 Works in Bellevue and I look kinda familiar?
 Still everything would have been all right
 If I could have had you home by midnight
 But it's five in the mornin'
 We slept through the alarm and
 I could think of places I would rather be
 Than sayin' "hi ya doin'" to your Old 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 Momma warn you 'bout rock musicians
 They're not bad in bed but they're hopeless in the kitchen
 Didn't your Daddy tell 'bout the facts of life
 What feels so good may not be so nice
 And everything would have been okay
 If you hadn't kissed me in that special way
 But it's five in the mornin'
 My heart's contortin'
 And I could think of places I'd rather be
 Than havin' a chat with your pistol packin' Daddy
 Then you take me in your arms and you drive me crazy
 And I'd give it all up for my Staten Island Baby
 Would you think of marryin' 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 just be so fine
 We could stay in bed all of the time
 Way past five in the mornin'
 To hell with alarms and
 I know the worst thing I could see
 Your Old Man in his pajamas and he's pointin' his piece at me
 Then you take me in your arms and you drive me crazy
 And I'd join the NYPD
 For my Staten Island Baby