Willy left home late that night to nurse his bruised up ego and black eye
He walked until he found his cool and turned back tell his baby it’s alright

Found his buddy Bobby staring out from his own bed
Looked his bare-backed wife in the eyes and said
Good luck to both of you

Willy sold his car to find a house up in the burbs all by himself
Had no way to get around so mainly he just drank away his health

His mother called him every day, told him he was incomplete
She said” I’ve been married 30 years why can’t you be like me?” Willy said
“I guess you and my silent Dad were meant to be”
Good luck to both of you

He’s looking for his soul
Thinks it’s a pot of gold
That he can find if he wants it bad enough

Willy went to the corner store a loaded 44 was in his hand
Had an angel and a devil sitting on his shoulders checking out his plan

The devil on his left is saying that he’d never tell
The angel says, “Boy, don’t do that or you might go to hell, “Willy says
“You can sort it out if you two know so well!”
Good luck to both of you

Willy sits back in his cell and wonders how his story’s gonna end
He looks at his new roommate Ray and thinks well hey. it’s nice to make new friends
Ray is in for arson, says he’ll leave in 3 to 5
Willy’s in cause a store clerk is no longer alive
They both laugh till the warden comes, turns off the lights, and says
Good luck to both of you