Willy Poor Boy

Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Robert Hunter

From Robert Hunter's performing repertoire, but no recordings issued. It is called "Bad Luck Willy" in some setlists.

The kind of face just a mother would love
The kind of place where they give you a shove
and you wake in the morning in traction or worse,
one of those situations you can never rehearse
The kind of a bastard that Hell would reject
punched out your teetch and put a crease in your neck

Whoa, Willy poor boy
Out of luck today
Whoa, bad-luck Willy
What you got to say?

I'll give your regards to the beautiful girls
while you're getting patched up and back in the world
I'll see that your wife gets plenty of love
and any other thing that I can think of
'Cause I am your friend and I'm glad to oblige
I checked out the threads and they're about my size

Whoa, Willy poor boy
Out of luck today
Whoa, bad-luck Willy
What you got to say?

When you are all mended and back home again
I know you'll always remember your friend
Although you can't talk, only gargle and wink
hey, Willy poor boy, I know what you think:
A friend in trouble is a friend indeed
and what you got here is a firend in need

Whoa, Willy poor boy
Out of luck today
Whoa, bad-luck Willy
What you got to say?

 


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