The Troubador

This is a morbid story about a fella that had to die
He had a beautiful wife but he also had a roving 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 Troubador
And just how it happened to pass, my friends
Little Willie won't see 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 girl in society
Thin 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

You 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'd always have to hide
So he'd wind up sitting in the park

She caught him down by the water
Lovin' the fisherman's daughter
She pulled a 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