Shotgun Willie

Sits around in his underwear

Biting on a bullet

And pulling out all of his hair

Shotgun Willie

Got all of his family there



Well you can't sell records

If you ain't got nothing to say

Well you can't sell records

If you ain't got nothing to say

You can't play music

If you ain't got music to play



Now John T. Flores

Was working for the Ku Klux Klan

At six-foot-five

John T. was a helluva man

Made a lot of money

Selling sheets on the family plan



Can't do stuff

If you ain't got stuff to do

Can't wear green

If you ain't got nothing green to wear

Can't drink beer

If you ain't got no refrigerator unit