Kathleen

Here's a little ditty sent in by "Pedro" by a band named Groanbox:

I was born without a name, No daddy took the blame, My mama was just sixteen
For a pitcher of beer
She sold me to a waitress working
Down on East McMillan Street
Well a few days later
My uncle came and saved me
But by then mom was up the river
So grandma  took me to church

Kathleen, what did you do to me
Kathleen
Why'd you have to be so
Why'd you have to be so
Mean? Kathleen!

I went to juvenile hall in 1944, Ten years later, I walked out the door
Got a girl named Rose
Stole some guns
Drove down to the sunshine state
Broke into a store
Put the dimes in a straw
Hat that my uncle gave me
And I rolled out to Cali-forni-aye

Kathleen, what did you do to me
Kathleen
Why'd you have to be so
Why'd you have to be so
Mean? Kathleen!

The only thing she taught me was that
everything she said was a lie
I guess I learned never to believe anyone about anything

I turned 21 in L.A. county jail I wasn't out but a hot second
I learned some guitar
I was gonna be a star
got some help from alvin creepy karpis
but I was inside for so long
going outside would be wrong
I asked them not to let me out
mama don't let me out!

Kathleen, what did you do to me
Kathleen
Why'd you have to be so
Why'd you have to be so
Mean? Kathleen!