Poor, Poor Pitiful Me (Stand In The Fire Version)

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