Poor Willie Willie was a young boy, just ten when they took away his game. Cowboys and Indians in the backyard, he always played a brave. They said it was a crime They said he’d understand why, in time He was a young man playing parts in shows and plays but not for long Death of a Salesperson was not how Willie thought it ought to be But there were no more salesmen. They’d been outlawed, too. Poor Willie he died with no name They took it away Poor Willie some lady complained And they took his name He was a broken man when they took away his dirty little name Can’t have your friends all feeling mad now, Willie. What a shame. A little bit of flesh For some it was just too fresh. Poor Willie he died with no name They took it away Poor Willie some lady complained And they took his name © M. Wich 2006
