Ballad of Immoral Earnings

MAC: There was a time, now very far away 
When we set up together, I and she. 
I’d got the brain, and she supplied the breast. 
I saw her right, and she looked after me – 
A way of life then, if not quite the best. 
And when a client came I’d slide out of our bed 
And treat him nice, and go and have a drink instead 
And when he paid up I’d address him: Sir 
Come any night you feel you fancy her. 
That time’s long past, but what would I not give 
To see that whorehouse where we used to live? 
JENNY: That was the time, now very far away 
He was so sweet and bashed me where it hurt. 
And when the cash ran out the feathers really flew 
He’d up and say: I’m going to pawn your skirt. 
A skirt is nicer, but no skirt will do. 
Just like his cheek, he had me fairly stewing 
I’d ask him straight to say what he thought he was doing 
Then he’d lash out and knock me headlong down the stairs. 
I had the bruises off and on for years. 
That time’s long past, but what would I not give 
To see that whorehouse where we used to live? 

BOTH: That was the time, now very far away 
MAC: Not that the bloody times seem to have looked up. 
JENNY: When afternoons were all I had for you. 
MAC: I told you she was generally booked up. 
(The night’s more normal, but daytime will do.) 
JENNY: Once I was pregnant, so the doctor said. 
MAC: So we reversed positions on the bed. 
JENNY: He though his weight would make it premature. 
MAC: But in the end we flushed it down the sewer. 
BOTH: That could not last, but what would I not give 
To see that whorehouse where we used to live?