Have mercy baby on a poor girl like me
Cos you know I was married, now divorced from John McVie
And Stevie and I go back a long time ago
To that 'Rumours' album made in that pokey hole.
Cos when the squabbles start and the lights go down
Stevie and I would go into town
And we'd stay out till the sun comes up
IN Salsalito
Have pity Johnny want to tell you that it's over
Now I'm running an ale house with my other lover
I'm pulling pints and now I've got the knack
Much better than keyboards and touring with Fleetwood Mac
Cos when the squabbles start and the lights go down
Stevie and I would go into town
And we'd stay out till the sun comes up
In Salsalito
So Johnny Johnny hope you're very happy now
You play that bass like no one ever did know how
My sequinned jackets have seen better days
But the bubble has burst and glitter always fades
Repeat chorus
Pullin, pullin, pullin (pints)
Pullin,pullin, pullin
oooh yeahh
Pullin, pullin,pullin
Lorraine
