Letras:Stephen Egerton. The Seven Degrees Of Stephen Egerton. Willie Wicked.

All eyes on him
We won't have to wait too long
Hade's calling
He won't have to wait too long

Willy Wicked was a wild one
When he wasn't he was asleep
Havoc wreaking Willy Wicked
Virtuoso of a brass band of knuckle speak
Cut his teeth on a feast of malevolence and
Hung his hat on a tangle of entanglements and
All he wanted was a tryst, tryst, tryst

Sub-saharan
He won't have to wait too long
Cell suppression
She won't have to wait too long

Willy Wicked was a hard case
Carving cretins, kicking creeps
Til he went symptomatic
Alcoholic automedicating on the cheap
Fingers shacking from delirium tremens and
No more bully, just a lily-livered man and
Still he perpetrated trysts, tryst, tryst

He won't go alone [x6]
She will surely go down

Willy Wicked was a hard case
Carving cretins, kicking creeps
Til he went symptomatic
Alcoholic automedicating on the cheap
Fingers shacking from delirium tremens and
No more bully, just a lily-livered man and
Still he perpetrated trysts, tryst, tryst

Well, he died young
But that corpse wasn't very good looking