Vanity And Vice

Strolling about and around
In that big ol' place called New York town,
So much sin airborn and on the ground,
So many people playing the part of the clown.
I was raised a good ol' Southern Baptist boy,
And I've been endowed with godly "values,"
But that's such baloney, such a ploy,
For I'm an individual, and have very different views
Of what moralities suffice
On the philosophies behind vanity and vice

Murderers, thugs, pimps and prostitutes galore,
What many consider the earthly damned,
But it isn't as if this sort of thing hadn't happened before,
For this vanity and vice has for thousands of years happened.
I feel like I'm being watched, like my father, you see,
For he slammed home the "values" so evident in me,
But this ol' soul, oh, I'm no fool.
I'm not one of these fellers that's simply old school.
Nobody's perfect, that much is certain,
And that's all I have to say. Bring down the curtain.