The Name of My Sorrow

Oh, the last I heard from Shirley
She was married to some guy
Living south of Kansas City
Too bad I was so shy

And the last I heard of Linda
She was looking much the same
She was married to some guy
Too bad I couldn't take the blame

Couldn't take the blame
And Linda was the name of my sorrow
And Shirley was, too
And now it's you

And the last I heard from Mary Lou
She still hadn't learned to sing
She was married to some guy
Too bad I didn't buy a ring

And the last I heard of Janie
Everybody knew her name
Miss something or the other
Too bad I never had no fame

I never had no fame
Janie was the name of my sorrow
Mary Lou was, too
And now it's you

And the last I heard of Marianne
She still hadn't changed a bit
She had everything there in it's place
Too bad I didn't fit

And the last I heard of Susie
She still nursed a fickle flame
And waited in her patient way
Too bad I never came

Too bad I never came
For Susan was the name of my sorrow
And Marianne was, too
And now it's you