Too Many Parties And Too Many Pals

Too many parties, and too many pals
 Will break your heart someday
 Too many boyfriends, and sociable sals
 Will drive your sweetheart away
 Gentlemen of the jury, the judge's speech began
 The scene was a crowded courtroom
 And the judge a sterned 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, they're 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 nightlife off the streets
 And brought into our own homes
 While girls beat time with lipstick
 And the streaks of 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 while you taught her
 And if she smokes, you showed her how
 So gentlemen, do you think it's right to go and condemn her now?
 And when you're in that jury room
 Just remember there and then
 That for every fallen woman
 Well, 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
 Those Broadway roses and prevalent sounds
 At too many parties and too many pals