The Troubador - Streetlight Manifesto

This is a morbid story 'bout a fellow that had to die

He had a beautiful wife but he also had a rovin' eye

She planted him by the roadside

She planted him by the roadside

She planted him by the roadside

For all the unfaithful husbands to see

Come let me tell you the story

Of little Willie, the Troubadour

And just how it happened to pass, my friend

Little Willie won’t sing no more

(You know why?)

She planted him by the roadside

She planted him by the roadside

She planted him by the roadside

For all the unfaithful husbands to see

Willie was handsome as he could be

He met a gal in society

Then Willie was cursed with a rovin' eye

And never let a pretty chick pass by

So he bought himself a Convertible Bird

To ride the fine chicks around

He found out he was being followed

So he could never let the top down

(Know what happened to him?)

She planted him by the roadside

She planted him by the roadside

She planted him by the roadside

For all the unfaithful husbands to see

If he drove a girl to a drive-in

He’d have to go after dark

He knew he always had to hide

So he’d wind up sitting in the park

She caught him down by the water

Loving the fisherman’s daughter

She pulled her little pistol from right out of the air

And shot poor Willie right then and there

She planted him by the roadside

She planted him by the roadside

She planted him by the roadside

For all the unfaithful husbands to see