Sittin' thinkin' sinkin' drinkin'
Wond'ring what I'll do when I'm through tonight
Smokin' mopin' maybe just hopin'
Some little girl will pass on by
I don't wanna be alone
But I love my girl at home
I remember what she said
She said My! My! My!
Don't tell lies!
Keep fidelity in your head!
My! My! My! Don't tell lies!
When you've done your show hit the bed
Don't say Hi! like a spider to a fly
Jump right ahead and you're dead!
So I sit up fed up low down go round
Down to the bar at the place I'm at
Sittin' drinkin' superficially thinkin'
About the rins'd out blonde on my left
Then I said Hi! like a spider to a fly
Remebering what my little girl said
She was swifty, shifty
She looked about fifty
I would have run away, but I was on my own
She told me later she's a machine operator
She said she liked the way I held the microphone
I said Hi! like a spider to a fly
Jump right ahead in my web!
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