Lucretia MacEvil lyrics

Lucretia MacEvil

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 every country-mother's son, hangin' 'round

Drive a young man insane

Evil that's your name

Talk about it ...

Lucretia MacEvil

That's a thing you're doin' fine

Back seat Delilah

Got your six-foot 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-choo goin' to do?

Lucy MacEvil

Honey, where have ya been all night?

Your hair's all messed up, Babe

An' the clothes you're wearin'

Just don't fit ya right, no

Daddy Joe is payin' your monthly rent

Tells his wife he can't imagine where the money went

Dressin' you up in style, evil woman-child.

Oh, Lucy, you're just so damned bad ...

(Instrumental Interlude)

Aaah, here she comes ...

Truckin'

Well, Lucy

Walking on Mainstreet, lookin' on that

Lucy, wow, get on it!

Where have you been, girl?

Stop lying, stop lying, stop lying

Listen!

Tell me the truth, girl

(Outro)