He was a credit to his gender
Well, I met a boy in the Vieux Carres
Yes, he really worked me over good
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
Sort of like a waring blender
Poor, poor pitiful me
He said, "Please don't hurt me, mama"
Put me through some changes, Lord
Woe, woe is me
Lord, have mercy on me
He picked me up and he threw me down
Oh, these boys won't let me be
Oh, these boys won't let me be
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Now I ain't naming names
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor, poor me
Lord, have mercy on me
Well he really worked me over good
Poor, poor, poor me
Woe woe is me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
But the train don't run by here no more
Well, I met a man out in Hollywood
Just like Jesse James
Down in Yokohama
