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 pa**, 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 pa** 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?) 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 If he drove a girl to a drive-in He'd have to go after dark He knew he always had to hide So he'd wind up sitting in the park She caught him down by the water Loving the fisherman's daughter She pulled her little pistol from right out of the air And shot poor Willie right then and there 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