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that woman
Everynight 
Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now 

Ah, play it boys
I likes that jazz 

Big Bad Bill don't fight any more (No, he don't)
is Sweet William now

Aw, play it boys

Aw, yeah!
Who!
I likes that, yeah ("Yeah," say I)

Ah, why-well, Big Bad Bill don't fight anymore (No, he
A sailor's life, it is a merry life.
 He robs young girls of their hearts' delight,
 Leaving them behind to weep and mourn,
 They never know
A sailor's life, it is a merry life.
 He robs young girls of their hearts' delight,
 Leaving them behind to weep and mourn,
 They never know
A sailor's life, it is a merry life.
 He robs young girls of their hearts' delight,
 Leaving them behind to weep and mourn,
 They never know
A sailor's life, it is a merry life.
 He robs young girls of their hearts' delight,
 Leaving them behind to weep and mourn,
 They never know
the gentle
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger
And you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't
stopped by today
At Hank Williams's grave
My hero from the days of my youth
Was that him or me
That I used to be
In the times when I searched for
the gentle
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger
And you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't
Oh, but you who philosophize
Disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears

William Zanzinger, who
I am universal, even sell in Brazil
I am beyond local, me now global
I am comin' up with shit to win by Nobel
I am surpisin' y'all 'til ya say it's
Make Rose start to rain 
And Willie takes her hand 
It's getting late and the little ones yawn 
They're ready for Christmas day 
William and Rose by
Mrs William
Where is William ?
Where has William go ?
You know you shouldn't
Come into a place like this alone

Now if you'd like to sit here
And Willie takes her hand It's getting late and the little ones yawn They're ready for Christmas day William and Rose by the light of the embers Kiss
the gentle
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger
And you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't
By some little word of anger
That never should have been said

I'd like to tell you a story
Of a family I once knew.
We'll call them Mary
you with my iron drum
La la la

The Continent's just fallen in disgrace
William William William Rogers put it in its place
Blood and tears from old
you with my iron drum
La la la

The Continent's just fallen in disgrace
William William William Rogers put it in its place
Blood and tears from old
you with my iron drum
La la la

The Continent's just fallen in disgrace
William William William Rogers put it in its place
Blood and tears from old
He never put a foot wrong
Until the day Joe met Big William
He made him an offer but he often was wrong

"I'll tell you where to stick it," said
walked by they held their breath
He was a mighty man sure enough
Now Bill took himself a wife
Now he's a different guy

Big Bad Bill is sweet William
you with my iron drum
La la la

The Continent's just fallen in disgrace
William William William Rogers put it in its place
Blood and tears from old
Well, it's of a bold reporter whose story I will tell
He went down to the Cuban land, the nearest place to hell
He'd been there many times before,
Well, it's of a bold reporter whose story I will tell
He went down to the Cuban land, the nearest place to hell
He'd been there many times before,
By some little word of anger
That never should have been said

I'd like to tell you a story
Of a family I once knew.
We'll call them Mary