Poor, Poor Pitiful Me

Well I lay my head on the railroad track Waiting on the Double E But the train don't run by here no more Poor poor pitiful me Poor poor pitiful me Poor poor pitiful me Oh, these boys won't let me be Lord have mercy on me Woe, woe is me Well I met a man out in Hollywood Now, I ain't naming names Well 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 Sort of like a Waring blender Poor poor pitiful me Poor poor pitiful me Oh these boys won't let me be Lord, have mercy on me Woe, woe is me Well, I met a boy in the Vieux Carres Down in Yokohama He picked me up and he threw me down He said "Please don't hurt me Mama" Poor poor pitiful me Poor poor pitiful me Oh these boys won't let me be Lord have mercy on me Woe woe is me Poor poor poor me Poor poor pitiful me Poor poor poor me Poor poor pitiful me Poor poor poor me Poor poor pitiful me