Poor Poor Pitiful Me

Well I met a girl from the Vieux Carré
Down in Yokohama
She picked me up, she throwed me down
I said, “Please don’t hurt me, Mama”
Well I go and laid on the railroad tracks
Waitn’ for the Double E
But 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
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
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me