Sittin' thinkin' sinkin' drinkin' Wondering what I'd do when I'm through tonight Smoking moping, maybe just hopin' 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 even 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 say, "hi" like a spider to a fly Rememberin' what my little girl said, alright (...) She was common, flirty, she looked about thirty I woulda' 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 a spider to a fly Jump right ahead in my web... yeah