Well I lay my head on the railroad tracks
Waitin for the double E
But railroad dont run no more
Poor poor pitiful me
Poor poor pitiful me
Poor poor pitiful me
These young girls wont let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe, is me
Well i met a girl in west holywood
I aint namin names
She really worked me over good
She was just like Jesse James
She really worked me over good
She was a credit to her gender
She put me through some changes lord
Sort of like a Waring blender
Poor poor pitiful me
Poor poor pitful me
These young girls wont let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me
whoo!
Poor poor pitiful me
Poor poor pitiful me
These young girls wont let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe, is me
Well O met a girl at the rainbow bar
She asked me if i'd beat her
and she took me back to the Hyatt house
I dont wanna talk about it
Poor poor pitiful me
whoo!
Poor poor pitiful me
Hot little mamma(faint)
Poor poor pitiful me
Whoo hoo!
Poor pitiful me
(last verse only live)
(Well, I met a girl from the Vieux Carre`
Down in Yokahama
She picked me up and she throwed me down
I said, "Please don't hurt me, Mama")
