Well I lay my head on the railway track waitin' on the Double E
But the train don't run by here no more, poor poor pitiful me
CHORUS
Poor poor pitiful me, poor poor pitiful me
Oh these boys won't let me be, Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me
Well I met a man down in Hollywood, now I ain't namin' names
He really worked me over good, just like Jesse James
Yes he really worked me over good, he was a credit to his gender
Put me through some changes Lord, sorta like a Wareing blender
CHORUS
Well, I met a boy in the Vieux Carreux, down in Yokohoma
He picked me up and he threw me down,
He said, please don't hurt me mama
CHORUS
THEN...
Oh poor poor me, oh poor pitiful me
Oh poor poor me, oh poor pitiful me
Oh poor poor me, oh poor pitiful me
Oh poor poor me, oh poor pitiful me
