Call me Tommy, Call me Tommy the Gun. Seven bullets in my pocket and ten kills to be done. I drink whisky with cola and smoke a cigarette. I drive my bike on the highway and listen “Nazareth”.
Call me Willy, Call me Willy Brown. I live in desert all my life and there’s nobody around. I got harmonica with me and immortal blues. I have no money and it means nothing to lose.
Call me Willy Brown, Call me Tommy the Gun 2x Call me Willy, Call me Tommy 2x