Now my friend bill was just a working lad
And he liked to have his fun
He’d like to find a girl and [bad word] 
When his working day was done

He would spend all his money on a friday night,
Wake up in the morning broke,
But he had [bad word] in with little lucy then;
Believe me that ain’t no joke

Watch out for lucy,
Though she may look frail
Say excuse me, lucy,
Darling don’t you use me;
I don’t want to land in jail

She started out working in a cafe,
Picking money up on the side
She was free and easy, everybody’s friend,
But she couldn’t be satisfied

So now in walks bill with his cash in his hand,
His heart upon his sleeve
We tried to warn him about her ways,
We never did succeed

 [bad word] 

Well, the trap was [bad word] for poor old bill;
You should have heard little lucy sing
"i want a cadillac car, a beautiful home,
And a thousand dollar ring"

They found our hero in the gutter
With a diamond ring and a gun
He’d done it for the love of lucy
And ended up on [bad word] 

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