Sittin', thinkin', sinkin', drinkin',
Wonderin' what I'd do when I'm through tonight.
Smokin', mopin', maybe just hopin'
Some little girl will pass on by.
I 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.
Sittin' drinkin', superficially thinkin'
About the rinsed-out blonde on my left.
Then I said, "Hi", like the spider to a fly,
Remeberin' 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 was 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".