Poor, Poor Pitiful Me - Warren Zevon

I lay my head on the railroad track

And wait for the Double «E»

The 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 naming names

But 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

I met a girl at the Rainbow bar

She asked me if I’d beat her

She took me back to the Hyatt House

I don’t want to talk about it

(Well, I met a girl from the Vieux Carré

Down in Yokahama

She picked me up and she throwed me down

I said, «Please don’t hurt me, Mama»)

Ha!

Nevermind