Byron Isaacs - Daddy's Farm Lyrics

Wake up baby, wake up and listen good
O'Malley's in the alley and the tax man's under the hood
Forget your suitcase, no time to pack
Ain't takin' nothing but the clothes on our backs

Won't you take me down to your daddy's farm?

Down at the tennis club your mama can't show her face
Cuz I'm a small-time nickel-dime jivin' weisenheimer disgrace
The boys at Bergdorf, they call her the Queen
But that's a ways from where she got the means

Won't you take me down to your daddy's farm?

You can take me int your magic carpet flying machine
You can take me in your south-paw limousine
Take a rickshaw, I don't care
Just as long as you take me there

Won't you take me down to your daddy's farm?