(David Clayton-Thomas)

Lucretia MacEvil

Little girl what's your game?

Hard luck and trouble

Bound to be your claim to fame

Tail-shakin' heart-breakin' truckin' through town


Each and every country-mother's son, hangin'
'round

Drive a young man insane

Evil that's your name

Lucretia MacEvil

That's the thing you're doin' fine

Back seat Delilah

Got your six-foot jug o'wine, woman

I hear your mother was the talk of the sticks

Nothin' that your daddy wouldn't do for kicks

Never done a thing worth-while

You're just an evil woman-child.

(spoken) ooh, Lucy, you just so damn bad

(Instrumental Interlude)

(Bridge) Devil got you lucy

Under lock and key

Ain't about to set you free

Sign sealed and witnessed

Since the day you were born

No use tryin' to fake him out

No use tryin' to make him out

Soon, he'll be takin' out his due

What-cha gonna do?

Lucy MacEvil

Honey ya been all night?

Your hair's all messed up, babe

An' the clothes you're wearin'

Just don't fit ya right

Big Daddy Joe's, payin' your monthly rent

Tells his wife he can't imagine where the money
went

Dressin' you up in style, evil woman-child.