Sittin’; thinkin’; sinkin’; drinkin’;

Wond’rin’ 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, and I love my girl at home –

I remember what she said.

She said, “My, my, my… Don’t tell lies. Infidelity in your head.

My, my, my! Don’t tell lies. When you done your show, hit the bed.

And don’t say ‘Hi’ like a spider to a fly – A-jump right ahead in your bed.”

So I sit up; fed up; go down; whore ‘round;

Down to the bar in the place I’m at.

Sittin’; drinkin’; superfici’lly thinkin’

About the rinsed-out blonde on my left…

Then I said, “Hi.”, like a spider to a fly,

Rememb’ring what my little girl said.



She was nifty, shifty; she looked about fifty!

I woulda run away, but I was on my own.

She told me, later, she was a machine-operator.

She said “I like the way” I held the microphone.

And then I said “Hi.”, like a spider to a fly;

A-jump right ahead in my web.