Poor, Poor Pitiful Me

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 theese 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 theese young girls wont let me be lord of mercy on me woe is me whoo!
poor poor pitiful me poor poor pitiful me theese young girls wont let me be lord have mercy on me woe, is me well i 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»)