The Sweetest One

And the fags, they prance around smellin' sweet
And actin' like their mamas did when they was young
It's a hard world (it's a hard world)
When you try to be the sweetest one
And I'd rather be a commie out in Tulsa, Oklahoma
Than try to be the sweetest one

And the drunks, they stand out in the freezing cold
Waiting for the liquor stores to open up
God damn hard life (it's a hard life)
When you try to make it
On the street, stay on your feet
And I'd rather be back in the sack in my shack
Than try to make it on the street

And hang around downtown
Gotta keep 'em smilin' and roll with the punches
Don't be caught starry-eyed, look alive
There's a million stars in the city streets
Now you call this milk and honey
And I just don't understand it now

Whoa, Lord, won't you get me off the streets
(Get me off the streets) now?
Whoa, Lord, get me off the streets
(Get me off the streets) now
Whoa, Lord, get me off the streets
(Get me off the streets) now
Whoa, Lord, won't you get me off the streets?

Got post-World-War-II blues
Your daddy didn't come home
Mama's on the telephone
You're tryin' all her clothes on
It's a hard world (it's a hard world)
When you try to be the sweetest one
Gotta act like Greta Garbo
Look like Brigitte Bardot
It's hard to be the sweetest one

And the hustler's game is cold
He never stops, he never smiles
You never know what he is thinkin'
It's a hard life (it's a hard life)
When you try to make it on the street
Stay on your seat
And I'd rather be stacked in my sack in my shack
Than try to make it on the street
And I'd rather be stuck with a monk kickin' junk
Than try to be the sweetest one