Hey Joe Where you going with that money in your hand I say: Hey Joe Where you going with that money in your hand Well I?m going to see my woman You know
I wake up in the morning And I?ll work ?till night My skin has turned brown From that sun so bright All night I?m tossing and turning Cause my dreams
Baby baby sweet baby Look now what do you see There ain?t whole lot of peoples Got so much nothin? like me I ain?t so good lookin? My teeth don?t shine
Cities they crumble civilizations fall Cutures are forgotten Turn to rubble from what was stone walls What?s that you say? all in the name of love Now
I wake up in the morning From the same dream I always have I see the same face I saw While I was laying there There?s a goofy dust sprinkled All outside
Low down little miss treater Old man slicks mister twister They jump to the left They jump to the right They do the jump steady ?til midnight I said
There's a park somewhere maybe in new york maybe in paris maybe in barcelona early in the morning there is the artist the creator with a small black beret
They all said louise was not half bad it was written on the walls and window shades and how she'd act the little girl a deceiver don?t believe her, that
Last night the willows stopped weeping And everything sat hushed and still And while my body lay sleeping I dreamt of rebecca deville Now I wonder if
Translation: Willy Deville. Heaven Stood Still.
Translation: Willy Deville. Betta Kill Me.
Translation: Willy Deville. Even While I Sleep.
Translation: Willy Deville. Smoke Dat Weed.
Translation: Willy Deville. I Must Be Draming.
Translation: Willy Deville. Heart Of A Fool.
Translation: Willy Deville. Time Has Come Today.
Translation: Willy Deville. White Trash Girl.