(David Clayton-Thomas) 



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 



Lucretia MacEvil 

That's the 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.   



(Bridge) Devil got you lucy 

Under lock and key 

Ain't about to set you free 

Sign 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? 



Lucy MacEvil 

Honey ya been all night? 

Your hair's all messed up, babe 

An' the clothes you're wearin' 

Just don't fit ya right 

Big 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. 

(spoken) ooh, Lucy, you just so damn bad



(Instrumental Interlude)