Oh Mr Greenhaus why oh wy do I hear the words and music of Warren Zevon's immortal song......


I lay my head on the railroad track
And wait for the double-E
The railroad don't run no more
Poor, poor pitiful me
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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
And I ain't namin' names
Well, 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 poor me
Poor, poor pitiful me


I met a girl at the Rainbow Bar
She asks 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
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me


Charlotte (will purchase directly from Nic and Julia and skip the middle men)