This is a story 'bout a poor girl

A story that you ought to know

She lived all alone in a one room flat

On a street where the lights are low Every night about the same time

She'd go and put her glad rags on

Go to the place where everyone goes

To boogaloo all night long She's a poor girl Born and raised in the country

She got tired of pushing a plow

She take my train to the city

And mother, you should look at her now With her rattlesnake boots, elephant bag

Genuine crocodile hat

Around her neck to top it off

She even wears a Persian cat She's a poor girl That was the story of the poor girl

But now she uses her head

She's back home working on the land

Instead of playing in bed The fast life she was living

Took her as it's prey

Now she's back in the country

Getting fatter every day She's a poor girl