Lucretia Mac Evil

Ooh! Lucretia Mac Evil Little girl, what's your game? Hard luck and trouble Bound to be your claim to fame, yeah Tail-shakin', home-breakin', truckin' through town Each and every country-mother's son hangin' 'round Drive a young man insane Evil, that's your name (Talk about it) Lucretia Mac Evil That's the thing you're doin' fine Back seat Delilah Got your six-feet jug o'wine, woman I hear your mother was the talk of the sticks 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 tryin' to fake him out No use tryin' to make him out Soon, he'll be takin' out his due What you goin' to do? Ooh, Lucy Mac Evil Honey, where have you been all night? Your hair's all messed up, babe And the clothes you're wearin' just don't fit you right, no Daddy Joe's payin' your monthly rent Tells his wife he can't imagine where the money went Dressin' you up in style, evil woman-child Ooh, Lucy, you just so damn bad Ooh, ooh Lucy!