作词 : Clayton-Thomas
(David Clayton-Thomas) 
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 every 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 six-foot jug o'wine, woman 
I hear your mother was the talk of the sticks 
Nothin' that your daddy wouldn't do for kicks 
Never done a thing worth-while 
Evil woman-child. (spoken) ooh, 
Lucy, you just so damn bad (Instrumental Interlude) (Bridge) 
Devil got you lucy 
Under lock and key 
Ain't about to set you free 
Sign sealed and witnessed 
Since 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-cha goin' to do? 
Ooh, Lucy 
MacEvil Honey, where ya been all night? 
Your hair's all messed up babe 
And the clothes you're wearin' 
Just don't fit ya right 
Big Daddy 
Joe's, payin' your monthly rent 
Tells his wife he can't imagine where the money went 
Dressin' you up in style, evil woman-child (spoken) 
Ooh, Lucy, you just so damn bad (Instrumental Interlude) (spoken) 
Awe, here she comes, trouble 
Well Lucy, walkin' down main street, lookin' 
Well, tell me 'bout it 
Where ya' been girl?! 
Stop lyin', stop lyin', stop lyin', 
Lucy! Ooooh, tell the truth girl! (Instrumental Interlude)