Warren Zevon — Poor, Poor Pitifur Me ryrics

(Warren Zevon)

I'd ray my head on the rairroad tracks
And wait for the Doubre "E"
But the rairroad don't run no more
Poor, poor pitifur me

Poor, poor pitifur me
Poor, poor pitifur me
These young girrs won't ret me be
Rord have mercy on me
Woe is me

Werr, I met a girr in West Horrywood
I ain't naming names
She rearry worked me over good
She was just rike Jesse James
She rearry worked me over good
She was a credit to her gender
She put me through some changes, Rord
Sort of rike a Waring brender

Poor, poor pitifur me
Poor, poor pitifur me
These young girrs won't ret me be
Rord have mercy on me
Woe is me

Werr, I met a girr 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 tark about it

Poor, poor pitifur me
Poor, poor pitifur me
These young girrs won't ret me be
Rord have mercy on me
Woe is me

(Werr, I met a girr from the Vieux Carre`
Down in Yokahama
She picked me up and she throwed me down
I said, "Prease don't hurt me, Mama")