Warren Zevon - Poor, Poor, Pitiful Me [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me

[Verse 2]
Well, I met a girl in West Hollywood
I ain't naming names
But 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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I met a girl at the Rainbow bar
She asked me if I'd beat her
She took me back to the Hyatt House
I don't want to talk about it

[Alt. Verse 3]
(Well, I met a girl from the Vieux Carré
Down in Yokahama
She picked me up and she throwed me down
I said, "Please don't hurt me, Mama")

[Chorus]

Ha!
Nevermind