William Richard Johnson

A cheap hotel room with an afternoon quickie;
Fire in my balls and smoke on my dickie;
It´s a quite a habbit and it´s hiding in all men;
Willy´s been a bad bad boy again...

Riding thro´ the pleasure with a dash of sweet pain;
A 40 watt moon shines on romantic remains;
Lettered on tongues the oath to keep it hush-hush till the end; Willy´s been a bad bad boy again...

Naked bodies on the bed,clothes on the floor;
Pair of angry shocked eyes at the opened door;
Caught in the act it´s too late to repent;
" I didn´t do it now I didn´t do it then";
but Willy´s been a bad bad boy again...

Willy´s been a bad boy again;
Mr Johnson played the game for men;
He never writes a letter, he just eats it when it´s better
he´s the real go-getter. And he dwells in all of us...