Poor, Poor, Pitiful Me

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] Poor, poor pitiful me Poor, poor pitiful me These young girls won't let me be Lord have mercy on me Woe is me [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] 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 [Alt. Verse 3] (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") [Chorus] Ha! Nevermind