| Well, way down yonder in Louisville,
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| Lived a cat named Big Bad Bill,
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| I wants to tell ya,
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| Ah the cat was rough and tough and would strutt his stuff
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| Had the whole town scared to death,
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| When he walked by they all held their breath,
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| He’s a fighting man, sure enough
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| And then Bill got himself a wife,
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| Now he leads a different life…
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| Big Bad Bill is sweet William now,
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| Married life done changed him somehow,
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| He’s the man the town used to fear,
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| Now they all call him sweet pappa Willie dear,
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| Stronger than Samson I declare,
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| Til the brown skinned woman,
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| Bobbed his hair
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| Big Bad Bill dont fight any more,(No he dont)
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| Doing the dishes, mopping up that floor (Yes he is)
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| Well he used to go out drinking,
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| Looking for a fight,
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| Now he gotta see that woman, everynight,
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| Big Bad Bill is sweet william now
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| Ah Play it boys.
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| I likes that jazz.
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| Big Bad Bill dont fight any more,(No he dont)
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| Doing the dishes, mopping up that floor (Yes he is)
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| Well he used to go out drinking,
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| Looking for a fight,
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| Now he gotta see that woman, everynight,
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| Big Bad Bill is sweet william now (doing the dishes)
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| Big Bad Bill is sweet william now (mop up dat floor)
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| Big Bad Bill is sweet william now
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| Cha… Yeah! |