Poor Poor Pitiful Me (stand In The Fire Version) Lyrics

Poor Poor Pitiful Me (stand In The Fire Version) lyrics

(Warren Zevon)

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



I met a girl from the Vieux Carre`

Down in Yokahama

She picked me up and she'd throw me down

I said, "Where's George
Gruel, my road manger and best friend"

"Come on out here George..."

Get up and dance

Get up and dance or I'll kill you and I got the
means