The Troubadour Streetlight Manifesto

This is a morbid story 'bout a fellow that had to die
He had a beautiful wife but he also had a rovin' 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 Troubadour
And just how it happened to pass, my friend
Little Willie won't sing 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 gal in society
Then 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
(Know what happened to him?)