I hate to see The evening sun go down I hate to see The evening sun go down Because me and my baby Are gonna leave this town Went to the gypsy to have my Fortune told Went to the gypsy to have my Fortune told Calloused fingertips Hair spun of gold I say this tramps got a hold This tramps got a hold on me her St. Lita blues Her blues got a hold of me Pack up your bags Cause were heading For something obscene I wish I could play like just like Lita Ford I wish I could play like just like Lita Ford She is a fox she's not in the Runaways anymore She was once going with Ritchie Blackmore Lta was going with Ritchie Blackmore But now she manages her locks With quality shampoo I say this tramps got a hold This tramps got a hold on me her St. Lita blues Her blues got a hold of me Pack up your bags Cause were heading For something obcsene