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.