"Well, I met a girl in West Hollywood
I ain't naming names
She really worked me over good
She was just like Jesse James
She really worked me over good
She was a credit to her gender
She put me through some changes, Lord
Sort of like a Waring blender
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me"
Poor, poor pitiful me. Warren Zevon, 1976.
All I've heard during this financial meltdown was how executives milked brave, hardworking, unsuspecting people. No, the people didn't have any responsibility in this. Nah. Poor, poor pitiful us!
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