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

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Writer(s): David Clayton-Thomas