Now my friend, Bill, was just a working lad And he liked to have his fun He'd like to find a girl and get comfortable When his working day was done
He would spend all his money on a Friday night Wake up in the morning broke But he had a run in with little Lucy then Believe me, that ain't no joke
Though she may look frail Darling, don't you use me I don't want to land in jail
She started out working in a cafe Picking money up on the side She was free and easy, everybody's friend But she couldn't be satisfied
So now in walks Bill with his cash in his hand His heart upon his sleeve We tried to warn him about her ways
Though she may look frail Darling, don't you use me I don't want to land in jail
Well, the trap was sprung for poor old Bill You should have heard little Lucy sing "I want a Cadillac car, a beautiful home And a thousand dollar ring"
They found our hero in the gutter With a diamond ring and a gun He'd done it for the love of Lucy
Though she may look frail Darling, don't you use me I don't want to land in jail
Though she may look frail Darling, don't you use me I don't want to land in jail