Well I lay my head on the railroad tracks
Waitin' for the double E
But railroad don't run no more
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe, is me
Well I met a girl in west Hollywood
I ain't 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 pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me
Whoo!
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't 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 don't want to 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