Daddy don't drive in that Eldorado
No more
He don't travel on down to
the neighborhood
Liquor store
Lucy still loves her coke
and rum
But she sits alone
'Cause her daddy can't come
Daddy don't drive in that
Eldorado
No more
Driving like a fool out to
Hackensack
Drinking his dinner from a
paper sack
He says I gotta see a joker
And I'll be right back
Daddy don't live in that New
York City
No more
He can't get tight every night
Pass out on the barroom floor
Daddy can't get no fine cigar
But we know you're smoking
Wherever you are
Daddy don't live in that New
York City
No more
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