In his 1974 autobiography, Clive Davis, then president of Columbia Records, described his initial impression of David Clayton-Thomas singing at the Café Au Go-Go: “He was staggering… a powerfully built singer who exuded an enormous earthy confidence. He jumped right out at you. I went with a small group of people, and we were electrified. He seemed so genuine, so in command of the lyric… a perfect combination of fire and emotion to go with the band’s somewhat cerebral appeal. I knew he would be a strong, strong figure.”
– WIKIPEDIA
Lucretia MacEvil, I wanna know 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.
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
I bet you think you’re doin’ fine.
Back seat Delilah
Got your six-bit jug o’wine.
I hear your momma was the talk of the sticks
Nothin’ that your daddy wouldn’t do for kicks
Never done a thing worth-while
Evil woman-child.
I bet you think you’re doin’ fine.
Back seat Delilah
Got your six-bit jug o’wine.
I hear your momma was the talk of the sticks
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 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?
Under lock and key
Ain’t about to set you free
Signed 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 where 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 is payin’ your monthly rent
Tells his wife he can’t imagine where the money went
Dressin’ you up in style, evil woman-child.
Honey where 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 is payin’ your monthly rent
Tells his wife he can’t imagine where the money went
Dressin’ you up in style, evil woman-child.
Lucy, you just so damn bad
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: David Clayton-Thomas
Lucretia Mac Evil lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC