T.c. Matic Willie Willie
I couldn't touch his body I couldn't touch his
mind He left a scarf on my right hand That I
don't think I'll ever forget Oh Willie is on
his own now Willie Willie is on his own now
I'm not a good loving man I've got
nervous butterflies in my pants He's a real danger to
my To my peace of mind Oh Willie is on his own
now Willie Willie is on his own now Oh Willie is on
his own now Willie Willie is on his own now
He's pretty and that's a pity For me
and my tutti frutti When I laugh he knows my tears
Love is sick and love is big joke Oh Willie is on
his own now Willie Willie is on his own now Oh Willie
is on his own now Willie Willie is on his own now