Poor Poor Pitiful Me 가사

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