by GFLee
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by GFLee
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Good evening Anybody got a light? My name is Willie Willie The Torch And I’m here to confirm all reports I am true to the name That is written in flame On the lips of my closest consort I’m Willie Willie The Torch A-K-A The Human Flame Got talent from God Brings me money and fame The Man Of The Match By any other name I proved it up and down the Gold Coast And tonight If the money’s right I’ll prove it again! Willie The Torch Slave to fire Remember my name Go on smother me Spray me with foam It ain’t no use I burn up alone From the bar at Norseman to Skull Creek This desert’s my mattress of fire My duty is your endless desire And I won’t retire Until I delight at night And make this dim world of yours A little more bright Willie The Torch That’s the name of your latest flame You see, all of us have a talent And my traveller’s charms are my ashtray arms Bitumen, turpentine, Well, I’ve known them all in my time Kerosene too is a friend of mine I am the light and the way! Everybody in the house say I am the light and the way! Everybody in the house say I am the light and the way! Everybody in the house say Who? Who gonna burn? Willie, Willie The Torch Next! Who gonna burn? Next! Who? Super combustible Frankly untrustable Highly inflammable Danger uncannable Self-immolation My vocation Burn, little brother, burn! Now, just burn! (leave it out!) Just burn, sucker, burn! Just burn! (leave it out) Just burn, sucker, burn! Burn! (leave it out) Just burn, sucker, burn! Burn! (leave it out) Just burn, sucker, burn! Well, I’m Willie Willie The Torch And I’m here to confirm all reports I am true to the name That is written in flame On the lips of my closest consort I’m Willie Willie The Torch A-K-A The Human Flame I’ve got talent from god Brings me money and fame The man of the match By any other name I’ve proved it up and down the Gold Coast And tonight! If the money is right! I’ll prove it again! Watch this now! Huh? Well, I’m Willie Willie The Torch And I’m here to confirm all reports It’s a matter of style Burning holes in shagpile One of my favourite sports Your laughter makes me sick Your self-immolation is quite another kick Bore me! Your type never learns Pay fifteen dollars a head Watch The Torch! Now walk it home Go on smother me Spray me with foam It ain’t no use I’m Willie The Torch I burn up alone! Burn! (leave it out) Just burn!
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