David Clayton-Thomas - Lucretia MacEvil lyrics

Lucretia Mac Evil, little girl, what's your game? Hard luck and trouble, bound to be your claim to fame Tail shakin', home breakin', truckin' through town Each and ev'ry country mother's son hangin' 'round Drive a young man insane Evil, that's your name Lucretia Mac Evil, that's the thing you're doin' fine Back seat Delilah, got your sixfoot jug o' wine I hear your mother was the talk of the stix Nothin' that your daddy wouldn't do for kicks Never done a thing worth while Evil, woman child Devil got you, Lucy under lock and key Ain't about to set you free Signed, sealed and witnessed on the day you were born No use trying to fake him out, no use trying to make him out Soon he'll be taking out his due What you gonna do, oh Lucy Mac Evil Honey, where you been all night? Your hair's all messed up, babe 'N' the clothes your wearin' Just don't fit you right Big Daddy Joes paying your monthly rent Tells his wife he can't imagine where the money's went Dressing you up in style, evil woman child