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This is a morbid story about a fella that had to die, |
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he had a beautiful wife but he also had a roving eye. |
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She planted him by the roadside, |
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She planted him by the roadside, |
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She planted him by the roadside, |
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for all the unfaithful husbands to see. |
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Come let me tell you the story, |
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of little Willie the Troubador |
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And just how it happened to pass my friends, |
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little Willie won't see no more. |
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You know why? |
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She planted him by the roadside, |
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She planted him by the roadside, |
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She planted him by the roadside, |
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for all the unfaithful husbands to see. |
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Willie was handsome as he could be, |
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he met a girl in society |
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Thin Willie was cursed with a rovin' eye, |
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and never let a pretty chick pass by. |
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So he bought himself a convertible bird, |
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to ride the fine chicks around |
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He found out he was being followed, |
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so he could never let the top down. |
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You know what happened to him? |
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She planted him by the roadside, |
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She planted him by the roadside, |
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She planted him by the roadside, |
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for all the unfaithful husbands to see. |
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If he drove a girl to a drive-in, |
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he'd have to go after dark |
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He knew he'd always have to hide, |
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so he'd wind up sitting in the park. |
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She caught him down by the water, |
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lovin' the fisherman's daughter |
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she pulled a little pistol from right out of the air, |
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and shot poor Willie right then and there. |
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She planted him by the roadside, |
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She planted him by the roadside, |
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She planted him by the roadside, |
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for all the unfaithful husbands to see. |
