Willie the Weeper

Have you heard the story, folks, of Willie the Weeper?
Willie's occupation was a chimney sweeper
He had a dreamin' habit, he had it kind of bad
Listen, let me tell you 'bout the dream he had:

Dreamed he bought a hound from a man that lived in Turkey
He told the gal who's dancing to make it kind of jerky
Danced until she wore the carpets off the floor
And said, you haven't done nothing, just do it once more

At the North Pole, someone shouted "Willie!"
Turned around and saw a sight that knocked him silly
Right before him in the zero breeze
A cutie (?) dancing in his BVDs

He walked around, and his feet started freezin'
Someone said, "Cutie, better listen to reason"
Says, "I want my coffee, want it good and strong
I want to have biscuits eighteen inches long!"

Now tell me, what would you do
If you could have all of your dreams come true?
There's something tells me that you'd lock your door
Like Willie the Weeper, and cry for more

Now take my little ship, dream's about over
Called the best from up on the shore
Hump on a camel, hump on a flea
Put them two humps together, you got nothing on me

Now tell me, what would you do
If you could have all of your dreams come true?
There's something tells me that you'd lock your door
Like Willie the Weeper, and cry for - please go 'way and let me sleep
Don't disturb my slumber deep
Something tells me that you'd lock your door
Like Willie the Weeper, and cry for more, more, more, more, more