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Well way down yonder in Louisville
Lived a cat named Big Bad Bill I wants ta tell ya, Oh the cat was rough and tough, he could strut his stuff Had the whole town scared to death When he walked by they all held their breath He's a fightin' man, sho' enough But then Bill got himself a wife, Now he leads a different life... Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now Married life done changed him somehow He's the man the town used to fear, Now they all call 'im Sweet Poppa Willy dear Stronger than Samson, I declare, 'Till a brown-skinned woman's bobbed his hair Big Bad Bill don't fight any more (no he don't) He's doin' the dishes, and moppin' up that floor (yes he is) Well he used to go out drinkin', lookin' for a fight, Now he's gotta see that sweet woman ev'ry night Big Bad Bill is Sweet William now (Van Halen cover of someone else's song, on the album "Diver Down," Jan Van Halen on clarinet)
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