Whippin’ Post – Frank Zappa

I been run down
Lord, ‘n I been lied to
And I don’t know why
I let that mean woman make me out a fool

Well, she took all my money
‘N wrecked my new car
Now she’s with one of my good-time buddies,
Drinkin’ in some cross-town bar

Sometimes I feel
Well, sometimes I feel
Like I been
Tied, well, to the whippin’ post
Tied to the whippin’ post
Tied to the whippin’ post
Good Lord, I feel like I’m dyin’

My friends tell me
Oh, that I been such a fool
I have to stand back an’ take it, babe
All for loving you

I drown myself in sorrow
As I look at what you’ve done
But nothin’ seems to change;
That bad times stay the same,
And I can’t run

Sometimes I feel
Well, sometimes I feel
Like I been
Tied, well, to the whippin’ post
Tied to the whippin’ post
Tied to the whippin’ post
Oh, good Lord, I feel like I’m dyin’

Oh! Oh Lord Lord no!
Yeah Lord ooh!
Oh! I been tied down

Sometimes I feel
Well, sometimes I feel
Like I been
Tied, oh-wo-wo, to the whippin’ post
Yeah, tied to the whippin’ post
Well, I’m tied to the whippin’ post
Yeaaah! Lo-wo oooooooh-oo-we-oo-wee oooh!
Lo-oo-ow-ow-oo Lord Lord
You know sometimes I really do believe
Well I believe
I said I believe
I said I do believe
I said I really do believe
Well ‘n I must say it one more time
I believe
That there just ain’t no such thing
As dyin’