Sitting, thinking, sinking, drinking
Wondering what I'd do when I'm through tonight
Smoking, moping, maybe just hoping
Some little girl will pass on by
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, go to bed.
Don't say hi, like a spider to a fly
Jump right ahead and you're dead."
Sit up, fed up, low down, go 'round
Down to the bar at the place I'm at
Sitting, drinking, superficially thinking
About the rinsed-out blonde on my left
Then I said, "Hi," like a spider to a fly
Remembering what my little girl said
She was common, flirty, she looked about thirty
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, "My, my," like the spider to the fly
Jump right ahead in my web
