Lucretia Macevil Lyrics - In Concert: A Musical Biography - David Clayton-thomas

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