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