In the Granville Greyhound station in the lightly drizzlin' rain Sittin' on my suitcase, goin' quietly insane All about you, girl, All about you. All about you and the no feelin' Double-dealin' things that you do. Every man in Granville Says he knows you well. Burn your ears if you could hear The stories that they tell All about you. . . They say you're picked up every Thursday In a rich man's limousine. And some cat in San Quentin Keeps on havin' nasty dreams All about you. . . Now the summer sun may burn my back And these tears may dim my sight. But before I die, there's a dirty book I'm gonna write All about you, girl All about you. All about you and the no feelin' Double-dealin' things that you do.