Down to the bar at the place I'm at
Smokin', mopin', maybe just hopin'
I remember what she said
I don't wanna be alone but I love my girl at home
Jump right ahead and you're dead"
Then I said, "Hi, like a spider to a fly
Sit up, fed up, low down, go round
Remeberin' what my little girl said"
She told me later, she was a machine operator
My my my, don't tell lies, when you're done
You should hit the bed
She said, "My, my, my don't tell lies
She was fifty, fifty, she looked about thirty
About the rinsed-out blonde on my left
Keep fidelity in your head
She said, "I liked the way I held the microphone"
Some little girl will pass on by
And, and I said, "My, like the spider to the fly
Sittin' drinkin', superficially thinkin'
I would have run away but I was on my own
Don't say hi, like a spider to a fly
