I'd lay my head on the railroad tracks
And wait 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

Well, 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

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 from the Vieux Carre`
Down in Yokahama
She picked me up and she throwed me down
I said, "Please don't hurt me, Mama")