Carlos
and Carmen Vidal
just had a child
A lovely girl
with a crooked smile
Now they gotta split
'cause the Bronx ain't fit
For a kid to grow up in
Let's find a place they say
somewhere far away
Where're the upper
class people stay
Of God, there go I, I
Of God, there go
I, I, I, I, I
Poppy and the family
left the dirty streets
To find a quiet
place overseas
And year after year
the kid has to hear
The do's and don'ts
and the dears
And when she's
ten years old
she digs that Rock N' Roll
But Poppy bans
it from the home
But for the grace of God
Yeah, oh... I
It could be me
It could be you
No it couldn't be
Baby, she turns out to be
a natural freak
Getting rest
and losing sleep
And when she's
sweet sixteen
she packs her things
and leaves
With a man
she met on the street
Carmen starts to bawl
bangs her head
to the wall
Too much love
is worse than
none at all...
Go I, go I, go I, yeah
But for the grace
of God, there go
There go I, yeah...
There but for
the grace of God
Oh, go, go, go, I...
There but for the grace
There but for the grace
There, there, there
There, there...