Lullaby for Junior

[JENNY]
What a nice fate for Junior
To be cradled in a cribhouse crib
Conceived in sin
And weaned on gin
And educated ad lib

Oh, his ancestral portraits
He can look at in the jailhouse files
His family halls
Are prison walls
Where Pappy lived for a while

Oh, lucky little Junior
Born outside the sheets
Oh, plucky little Junior
The heir of the one-way streets

Will you give him your blackjack, Mac?
Your jimmies and knuckles too?
Your gun and knife
So he'll lead the life
That his dear Daddy used to do?

Oh, Junior
Close your eyes and rеst
You are safe in your Daddy's bulletproof vеst
Oh, Junior
Pretty little one
For your rattle you've got a submachine gun
Sleep, Junior
Sleep, my little son

Sleep, Junior
Darling of the slums
You can sandbag the sandman when he comes
Dream, Junior
Pretty little one
For your rattle you've got a submachine gun
Sleep, Junior
Sleep, my little son