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're done you should 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
Supereficially thinking
About the rinsed-out blonde on my left
Then I said, "hi"
Like a spider to a fly
Remebering 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