Calls him daddy, calls him man   Another girl that they call Britney   Johnny sits and mans the phones   From the corner, he'll come get you      She wakes in the cold gray dawn   Football games they make me yawn   Cellophane and stomach aches   Pillow talk and perfume breaks      A married man with an estate   A hairdresser that swears he's straight   Her alimony is once a month   She beats the kid, he plays the drums   And oh, oh, oh, life goes by      With your Mardi Gras high   And your tenderloin low   Second hand blues and money to blow   When you get tired and arrested   There's something you should know   At least he's going home      The undercover makes the bust   But not before he gets a touch   Good ones copy, great ones steal   The rest of us we almost feel   And oh, oh, oh, life goes by      With your Mardi Gras high   And your tenderloin low   Second hand blues and money to blow   When you get tired and arrested   There's somewhere you can go   Between the blue and gold      He's gonna get a pension   Eleven years go to   The world's oldest profession   Ain't never gonna fold   With fortunes being told      With your Mardi Gras high   And your tenderloin low   Second hand blues and money to blow   When you get tired and arrested   There's something you should know   You're always in my soul